A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1)

This book is a work of fiction.  All names, characters, and situations are completely made up.  Any resemblance to actual living or deceased persons is purely coincidental.  No part of this book may be reproduced without prior written permission from the author.

About the Author

Emeline Piaget is originally from Upstate New York.  She currently resides in Kentucky with her two children and pets.

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Acknowledgements

Special thanks to my two sweet baby girls for tolerating my obsessiveness while writing this story. 

To my mother, I love you so much. Thank you for everything, now that’s as far as you get to read.

Thank you to my best friend Michelle Symone, for being you.  I could not ask for a better friend, sister, supporter, critic, protector. You are my rock, Ich liebe dich mein beste.

Amanda Lauzier, thanks chica! You have been such an amazing friend and supporter, I'm so honored that I was able to share this story with you.

JPT, you have always been one of my biggest fans and supporters.  Thank you!

KFD, I love you to bits!  "Here's to the racy parts!"

DR, thank you for always being honest and just being there for me.

Casey Harris thanks for the use of #dudebrain.

Izzie

Present Day

She sat in the café, soaking wet.  She had been on her way to meet her best friend so that she could share some good news.  She was so excited that she wasn't paying attention, missed a curb and slid into a puddle. Some days, Izzie felt like if it wasn't for her terrible luck, the universe wouldn't know who she was. Today, however, Isabella Bunton, felt like aside from the puddle, maybe her luck was changing. She couldn't know at that moment how true that was, as she sat in that café…

Ellington and Andrew

Ellington Scott was the true definition of trust fund baby.  His father, Armand Scarpachi, had come to America on his own, from Italy when he was 17. When he was 22, he changed his name to Andrew Scott and never looked back. He was determined to make a name and fortune for himself and felt that a new name, a new identity, was the start. Armand had always been good with numbers. He was a quick study too.  He had taught himself English before his arrival, so that he could hit the ground running. When he first arrived he instantly connected with an older male, a father figure, named Vincent Tortoni. Vincent was a man you didn't want to cross, everyone knew that. Armand met Vinnie by accident, he was working for a grocery store that delivered and simply walked into the wrong building at the right time, Vinnie’s restaurant. Vinnie quickly took Armand under his wing. He helped him to get his high school diploma and paid for his college education. From very early on, Vinnie recognized extreme intelligence in Armand and he wanted to see that nurtured. If he invested early on, then Armand would owe him in the long run.  How true that thought was. 

Ellington

Ellington had spent his younger years living the American Dream, as his father would say. His life consisted of fast cars, fast women, drugs and alcohol. When he had extra time to spare, he managed to get a degree in economics at NYU.  He had inherited his father’s way with numbers. He probably would have continued to live fast and wild if it wasn't for the accident.  It was fifteen years ago, on the night of his 21
st
birthday, it started off like a typical Saturday night, booze, clubs and women. That night he met up with an acquaintance of his, Sterling Pierce. People had warned Ellington about him, he was the worst of the bad boys. If there was trouble to be found, Sterling Pierce found it.  On that night, Sterling held true to his reputation. He picked Ellington up from his favorite club at the time, The Pink Flamingo, and took him to a party on the other side of town, the side he had only heard stories about. Ellington was no stranger to drugs, but that night he was introduced to a cocktail of drugs; cocaine, OxyContin and well, to this day, he still wasn't sure what was in that fishbowl full of pills. By the time Ellington was dropped back off to his car that next morning, he was in worse shape than he'd ever been. He will forever remember what happened that morning; it's burned in his memory. He had just pulled out of the Pink Flamingo’s parking lot; he looked down at his phone to see he had 18 missed calls and by the time he looked up it was too late. He didn't have enough time to swerve and he hit her, he later found out her name was Abby and the baby she was carrying was named Samuel.  Abby and Samuel died instantly and Ellington knew at that moment his whole life would be changed forever. He was arrested and charged with manslaughter, which was downgraded to vehicular homicide.  Of course the fact that he was under the influence never made it into the police report, he was a Scott of course. He ended up with a slap on the wrist and a few hours of community service but he was haunted by that memory and was determined to change his life around. 

Izzie

Fifteen years ago...

Izzie wasn't popular by traditional standards at school, but everyone knew who she was. She was hard to miss, being the only black person in her private school, Our Lady of Mercy High School in Upstate NY.  To say her school lacked diversity was an understatement. Besides Izzie the only other minority was Rupal Singh, whose family had just moved into the area.  Rupal was stunning, with big dark brown eyes and long jet black hair.  She was "an exotic beauty" as all the boys would say.  So very different from the typical blonde hair, blue/green-eyed girls they were used to.  Izzie wondered why she wasn't exotic, she was different too.  She was far from unattractive and by the time she hit sixteen she could have given J. Lo a run for her money.  She was very shy and spent most of her time in the band room or science lab.  She was brilliant in the science lab, sometimes even teaching the class if the teacher needed to step away.  Her best friend was a mousy petite framed girl named Theodora, Teddy for short.  Izzie and Teddy had been best friends since kindergarten. They shared a lot of hobbies from science to a secret obsession with “10 Things I Hate About You.” They drooled over Heath Ledger. Both girls were straight A students and were in band. Izzie played the cello and Teddy played the bass, which was quite a sight to see since it was just about as tall as her.

Izzie stood about 5'4 with long light auburn hair that she normally kept in a ponytail, with her bangs tucked neatly behind her ears.  Being the only "black chick" in your school makes it hard to hide but Izzie found ways to make sure she didn't stand out, again hard to do when you were basically the teacher's pet.  When she wasn't hiding in the band room or science lab she was at the library reading.  She loved to read, it was an escape for her, especially the love stories.  That's not all she read, but they were her favorite.  Many times she would fantasize about the main characters in the story and pretend that she was the leading lady and the man of her fantasies was star hockey player, Timothy DeSantis. Timothy was a senior, one year ahead of Izzie.  He was tall, dark and handsome, or whatever the teenage equivalent of it is. Izzie had been in love with him for as long as she could remember. So when it came time for the senior prom and Timothy asked her to be his date, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.

Prom night 1999 is one that will be etched in her mind for many years. Her mom took her shopping and she found the perfect ivory mermaid style dress, her long light auburn hair was done in a chignon and she had beautiful silver heels. Timothy’s mouth dropped when he saw her, she was stunning. He picked her up in a beautiful black stretch limo and treated her like a princess all night. They spent the night laughing and dancing, it was a special.  She was a little surprised they posed for pictures, she wasn't sure why but she was. After the dance was over he told Izzie again how beautiful she was and he wasn’t ready to take her home yet. 

"I can't believe you've been right up under my nose all this time and I didn't notice you until a few weeks ago," he lied.  The truth was he had noticed, most of the boys had. He’d been paying her attention for years, he was also aware of her fondness for him; tonight he decided to take advantage of it. 

Timothy had gotten a room at the really posh Hotel Lorenzo, inside the room he had candles, flowers and champagne all set up. They both stood at the door as he opened it knowing that all night had led up to this moment.  He grabbed her hand and led her into the room and told her again how truly stunning she was.  He kissed her hand and moved slowly up her arm until reached her neck, slow gentle and sweet.  He moved behind her and unbuttoned her dress, slowly taking the time to kiss her back as each button was undone. She couldn't believe that she was about to allow Timothy take her virginity and it was happening just as she had imagined, so romantically.  Timothy reached the last button and her dress fell to the floor.  He turned her around and just stared at her beauty, while she blushed at his gaze.  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deep and slow, passionate, while undoing her bra.  It fell to the floor and she went to cross her arms and he stopped her, again taking in her beauty. He backed himself up to the bed and told her to undress the rest of the way.  He lay back and watched her and she slowly slipped out of her ivory panties and stockings. 

She really is beautiful
, he thought. 

He told her to come to him, while he undid his bow tie.  He grabbed her hand and laid her across the bed and began to kiss her again.  He kissed her neck while his hands caressed her body.  This was such an unusual sensation, Izzie was never one to even explore her own body and now the boy of her dreams was doing it for her.  Timothy slid one hand under her head so he could lean on his elbow, while the other hand found one breast; he tweaked her nipple, then moved to the other.  Izzie shuddered at the sensation, it was too much. She tried to get up but Timothy kissed her again and she gave in to his touch.  He continued to kiss her tenderly.  He kissed her neck as his hand traveled down her smooth stomach; he stopped just as he reached the mass hair at her center.  He ran his fingers through the course mass, enjoying the texture.  It was very different from what he had felt before. Oh man, was he enjoying this.  His hand continued to travel further south and he felt her heat radiating from her core.  She was hot and wet, so very wet.  He took his time as he slid one finger in and she moaned in his ear.  That sound so sweet to his ears, he needed more so a slid in a second finger.  She moaned again and arched her back, trying to draw him further into her.  Her breath caught in her throat as she bucked against his hand.  Timothy took his cue and slid another finger in as he continued to kiss down her body.  He got on his knees at the edge of the bed and just watched his fingers slide in and out of her, her essence coating them.  Damn she was beautiful; he was going to have fun reliving this later.  He began to kiss her inner thigh, slowly inhaling the scent of her as he worked his way closer to her heat.  Just when she thought he was going to taste her, he started to tease her by kissing up her other thigh. He grabbed her hands and put them in his hair. She was new to this, but took his cue and tugged and pulled him to her.  She had wondered what this would feel like and now she was about to find out.  First he gently kissed her lips, and then with his tongue he slightly parted them and began to taste her sweetness.  She arched her back and pulled him into her, she couldn’t believe how strange and wonderful this felt.  She wanted more; she moaned and began to grind herself against his face, feeling his tongue slowly fuck her.  She bucked against him harder and harder, then suddenly she felt this strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, it started out slow and spread through her torso then down her limbs, before she could help stop herself she was screaming from the pleasure that Timothy was giving her. Her body shuddered hard and she collapsed on the bed.  Timothy grinned, and then climbed like an animal across the bed.  She could see out of corner of her eye, his large hard manhood. 

Holy crap! Is that what they really look like?  How is THAT supposed to fit in me?
She thought and before she could contemplate it she felt an unbelievable pressure between her legs.   Timothy, was slow and gentle, he whispered “Shh…relax,” as he felt her tense. He slowly guided himself inside her, careful not to push too hard past the resistance of her virginity. He found a slow, steady rhythm and felt her begin to move in sync with him.  He reached under and wrapped his arms around her back and slowly rolled her over, so that she was on top.  He grabbed her hips and helped her find a steady pace. When she was comfortable, he took one hand and fondled her breasts, taking time with each one.  He could feel her movements get more aggressive, he knew she was about to reach her climax.  He grabbed her hips again and began to rock his hips up and down faster and faster until he felt her release a flood of passion. He quickly lifted her off of him and maneuvered her to the bed on her stomach. He grabbed her hips so that she was on all fours and entered her from behind.  His thrusts were quick; he pulled her hair with his right hand, while his left guided her hips.  His body started to jerk; he pulled out just in time to stream a puddle of cum all on her back. 

So this is sex? Hmm...I think I really like it
, she thought as she fell forward in exhaustion.  He got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel.  What Izzie didn't see was a quick side trip he made to an end table across the room to turn off a camera.  After she was all cleaned up, he climbed in the bed and pulled her in to his arms. 

"Izzie, I really wish I had the courage to approach you sooner, you are so smart and so beautiful” Izzie blushed,

"Umm...well its ok, I tend to be kinda unforgettable."
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"No, Izzie you're not!  You are intimidating because of your intelligence and to top it off you are stunning!" Izzie shrugged,

"If you say so."

"I do,” he said as he gently stroked her face and kissed her deeply.  He snuggled into her neck and they laid there resting until they both fell asleep.  Early the next morning, Timothy dropped her off at home and promised to call her later.  Izzie quietly snuck into the house.  Since she never really went out she didn't have a curfew but she still didn't want to be disrespectful and wake her parents. Izzie couldn't wait to call Teddy.

“Oh my goodness! Tell me everything!” Teddy screamed.

“Teddy he was so wonderful. He held my hand all night, held doors and chairs.  He was a perfect gentleman, if I hadn't pinched myself throughout the night I would think I was dreaming!”

Teddy squealed, “Did he kiss you?”

“He is such a good kisser. I was so nervous. I thought I was doing it wrong but he was so patient with me.”

“Oh Izzie that sounds so wonderful.  Wait! Why are you just now calling me? You promised to call me as soon as you got in.”

“I did! I just got in a few minutes ago.” Teddy screamed.

“Holy crap Iz, you stayed out all night? What were you doing?”

Izzie relayed the events of the past evening to Teddy and they both gushed over Timothy and what an amazing night it had been.

“I'm so stinkin’ jealous of you,” Teddy said.

“I still can't believe it all happened. The only bad part is that I’m really sore today."

"Oh, yea I heard that happens.  So, what's next Iz?"

"He said he was going to call me later Ted. I can't believe Timothy DeSantis wants to talk to me again!” Both girls squealed higher pitched teenaged girls’ squeals of excitement then Izzie promised to call Teddy the minute she heard from Timothy. They hung up and Izzie tried unsuccessfully to get some rest.