All Chapters of Loving Her Second Chance Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It’s Saturday, and I’m Sam’s plus-one to the social event happening at the Golden Gate Park Polo Field. It’s an opportunity for me to finally meet his friends.According to Sam, his buddies have been dying to see me. They all know he has been dating someone on the down low, and they’re eager to see who the mystery woman is.As soon as we arrived at the venue, we were ushered into the members-only section, which turned out to be a spacious building set up for entertaining guests. Sam’s friends, who were already waiting for us there, stood up to greet us.“At last, we get to see Sam’s pretty little secret,” one of them says before shaking my hand. “I’m Frank Owen, and I’m pleased to meet you.”“I’m Eunice Francis. Pleased to meet you too,” I respond warmly.“Frank is a serial entrepreneur like me,” Sam tells me. “He is also a professional big boy and bona fide rich kid.”Everyone, including Frank, laughs at Sam’s last statement. I realize just then that Frank is the son of Texas billion

This new week has turned out to be a very busy one for Sam. He had to travel overseas for an impromptu field inspection of his new nightclub in Durban, South Africa.According to him, the deal had fallen through at the last minute, and he wanted to begin work on the property as quickly as possible.Although he invited me to go with him, I turned down his invitation because it seems I’ve been flying all over the place with him lately. The multiple trips are starting to make me giddy.We’ve been keeping in touch through FaceTime and lengthy phone calls. We’ll be heading to our Utah trip when Sam returns, and I’m eager to visit all the interesting places there.On Friday morning, my younger sister, Olivia, showed up in her mini coupe to pick up the twins for their three-week holiday in Walnut Creek with my family.She’s my exact opposite: tall, slender, knock-em-dead pretty, with a head of full moon afro hair. Her caramel skin tone,e which she inherited from our dad, is always glistening

“Can I come over?” I ask Sam over the phone.“Eunice, my house is your house. You know you can come here whenever you want,” he replies calmly.From his tone, I can tell he’s still annoyed with me, and it makes me feel bad. If the roles were reversed and Sam had disregarded my declaration of love, I would have fallen apart and probably broken up with him immediately.“I’m really sorry about everything I said to you earlier,” I tell him sincerely. “I was just taken by surprise. I should have taken some time to process what you said before responding.”“That’s fine. I understand,” he says graciously.“I’m going to be packing a bag with me,” I inform him cheerfully, hoping to lighten the mood. “How long are we staying in Utah?”“Three, maybe four days,” Sam says uncertainly. “I guess we’ll know for sure when we get there. There are lots of places I’d like to show you.”“I’ll pack for a week then,” I decide.“Good idea,” Sam responds. “See you soon.”Once the phone call ended, I busied my

Sam’s bedroom is a suite, complete with a spacious walk-in closet featuring designer everything from shoes to clothes, hats, and even his underwear. The place looks like a mini boutique.“It’s the bougie-ness for me,” I remark with a giggle.“You already know that I am bougie personified,” Sam replies with a laugh.My bag has already been propped against the wall beside the closet, so I open it and rummage inside for something to wear for our casual lunch date.For some weird reason, I wish I could hang my clothes in the wardrobe beside Sam’s clothes. Not just temporarily, but permanently.I wish we could remain here in this comely house with its inviting ambiance and amazing views. I wish I could bring my daughters here and – wait a minute! What the heck are these foolish thoughts running through my mind?“It’s shower time, baby,” Sam announces from somewhere behind me.I turn around and start laughing when I see that he has stripped off all of his clothes and is waiting for me with

“Eunice, are you crying?” Sam asks me and draws back to take a look at my face.I try to look away, but he captures my face in his hands and asks, “What is it? Are you ok? Is it because of the visit?”“No,” I respond, shaking my head slowly.“We won’t go if you don’t feel up to it,” Sam tells me tenderly. “Please, don’t cry, my darling. Talk to me. What is it?”No matter how hard I try, the tears won’t stop flowing. I don’t even know how to put my feelings into words without weirding him out.How do I say, ‘I love you, but I don’t want to love you?’ Wouldn’t that be the craziest thing he’s ever heard?“It’s nothing,” I finally respond to Sam’s questions. “I guess I just miss my children.”“Are you sure that’s why you’re crying?” He asks me sceptically. “You know we can always do a video call so you can see them whenever you want. That’s what we’ve been doing since we got here, so why would you cry because you miss them? What aren’t you telling me, Eunice?”I avert my eyes quickly beca