Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 29

They gave me a room right across from Hunter’s room. I wanted the one that was the farthest away from his. but they insisted that I should take this one. I had no other choice but to agree. It’s either this or I’ll share a room with Hunter. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

I’m still pissed. And I’m not sure why. His sudden coldness towards me caught me off guard. It triggered unknown feelings inside me that I couldn’t explain.

It seems like he was pissed with the thought that my ex–husband still has some effect on me. But why would he be? We only just met a few days ago. However, there’s something about his actions that says that wasn’t the

case.

I tried to think about it so hard, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t find him in my memory.

I was in the middle of my deep thoughts when I heard a soft knock coming from the door. I stumped my way towards the door, thinking it was Hunter. But I was surprised to find a woman outside wearing a maid’s uniform.

“Miss Dylan, Mr. De Marco asked me to bring you some clothes. We’re sorry that these are the only ones we can find,” she said as she handed me a few pieces of clothing.

I forced a smile, hiding my disappointment. “This would be fine. Thank you,” I replied as I accepted the clothes from her. After that, she immediately left.

I closed the door behind me, familiarizing myself with the unknown feelings creeping inside me. Now that Hunter was gone, I suddenly had an urge to see him. I know, he was just right around the corner of this huge mansion, but not being close to him sends some emptiness into my being.

Why did I feel this way?

Now that he wasn’t in the room, I felt this tug, this maddening pull, as though part of me had gone with him.

I pressed my fingers against my lips, still remembering the heat of his touch, the way his gaze burned straight through me. Was it possible to feel more alive when he was near and more lost when he was gone?

What was this man doing to me?

I sat on the edge of the bed, the soft clothes slipping from my arms onto my lap. I wasn’t sure if it was the mansion’s walls that were closing in on me–or the truth I was too scared to admit.

I wanted to see him.

I blew out a long, tired sigh and raked my fingers through my hair before giving my head a firm shake, as if 1 could physically toss out the mess of thoughts swirling inside it. Thoughts of him. Thoughts I shouldn’t be having. They clung like cobwebs, stubborn and unwelcome.

“Ugh, I need a long bath,” I muttered to myself, hoping the water might do what my willpower couldn’t—wash him out of my system, at least for a little while.

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I padded across the room and pushed open the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me made me stop in my tracks.

Soft, ambient lighting glowed from hidden fixtures along the marble walls, casting a golden hue over everything. A freestanding bathtub sat like a centerpiece in the middle of the room, its porcelain curves gleaming under the soft light. Beside it, silver fixtures sparkled like jewelry, and beside those–a tray of neatly arranged oils, salts, and soaps that smelled like lavender, vanilla, and something luxuriously foreign.

My eyes widened as I took in the sheer size of it all. There was a rainfall shower enclosed by glass so clear it was nearly invisible. Fluffy white towels were folded on a gold rack. A chaise lounge upholstered in velvet sat near the vanity–who even puts a lounge chair in a bathroom?

But as soon as my eyes landed on that couch, lewd thoughts about me and Hunter flashed right before my eyes. Hunter and I were sitting on that couch as our bodies wrapped around each other. Our bodies glistened in sweat as we moved in unison while soft moans filled every corner of the bathroom.

My cheeks were burning as soon as I realized what I was fantasizing. Am I that sex–deprived that I was having lewd thoughts in my head?

I aggressively shook my head, trying to get it all out of my head. I think I’m going insane for fantasizing about a man who I met a few days ago.

Isn’t it too late for that, Dylan? Didn’t he make you cum in his car?

I heard a tiny voice inside my head. As much as I want to deny it, that tiny voice inside my head was spot on. There’s no point in rejecting him when I already surrendered myself to him the moment I laid my eyes on him.

And with all that’s happening right now, it makes me question myself whether I truly love Beckett or it was nothing but a mere obsession. I was a brat who got used to getting everything I wanted. And seeing my best friend getting what I thought back then was love makes me jealous. I wanted that for myself as well. I didn’t care if I’d be hurting those people around me.

Now I know it better. I owe Sarah and Beckett a lot. Divorcing Beckett was the right thing to do. I truly wished that they could continue the love I once shattered.

I filled the bath with warm water. Steam filled the bathroom as the tub filled up. I dipped my fingers in the water to check the temperature. It was perfect.

Without thinking twice, I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the bath. A long sigh escaped me as the heat touched my skin, soaking into my tired body. My muscles slowly relaxed, the stress in my shoulders starting to fade. I leaned back against the cool edge of the tub, letting the water hold me like it understood how heavy everything felt.

I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I had the longest bath in my entire life. I lost track of time. I didn’t know how long I’d stayed in the tub before I finally decided to call it a night. I washed all the soap off under the shower before drying myself with the white towel neatly folded on top of the countertop.

Once all dried up, I slipped into the clothes the maid handed me a while ago. It was a gold satin nightgown. I was glad that I wasn’t sharing a room with Hunter. I don’t think I’d be able to wear this thin fabric to bed with Hunter beside me.

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I dried my hair with a blow dryer before I finally decided to go to bed.

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But just as I lay down on the bed, I was startled upon hearing a loud bang. I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure that was the sound of a gun. I jolted up from the bed, grabbed a robe, and ran outside the room to check what it was.

Upon exiting the room, 1 bumped into one of the maids and immediately asked her what’s going on.

“It was nothing, miss. Please go back to your room,” she replied.

“It was a gunshot, wasn’t it?”

“There was nothing to be alarmed about, miss. Please go back to your room,” she urged me.

I was about to do what she said when I suddenly heard another gunshot, followed by one more. Fear ran down my spine. I thought about Hunter and what might have happened to him. I couldn’t go back to my room without knowing what was going on.

So instead of returning to my room like she suggested, I followed the direction the sound was coming from.

The gunshots led me to the garden. As soon as I stepped out of the mansion, I saw Hunter’s men lined up behind him. He stood in front of them, holding a gun in one hand and a glass of liquor in the other. He looked drunk, struggling to keep his balance.

I stepped closer, and my eyes widened in panic when I saw another man standing a few meters away, a bottle balanced on top of his head. He stood there like a living target.

I squinted, trying to get a better look–and realized it was the same man I’d seen earlier with a bruised face. The one Hunter said had failed to protect me.

I jumped in panic as another gunshot rang out. Hunter had pulled the trigger–and somehow, he hit the bottle cleanly off the top of the man’s head.

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