Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

DYLAN

“Do we really have to do this?” I asked Hunter as soon as we stepped out of his house.

He was standing beside the car, opening the door for me when he answered, “Do what?” he replied innocently.

“You know exactly what I was talking about, Hunter,” I said, squinting my eyes at him as a warning.

He just smiled before walking towards me. He planted a soft kiss on my lips before wrapping his arms around my waist. “We don’t need to, but I want to. Besides, I’ve already booked and paid for everything. All you have to do is tell them what you.”

I roll my eyes at him. After what happened last time, he insisted that we have to pursue the wedding even though we’re already married. He insisted on doing this because of what happened last night.

I sighed, letting my head fall lightly against his chest as he held me close. The sun caught on his features, softening the stubborn set of his jaw. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, as if dragging me into this was some grand romantic gesture instead of pure Hunter–level pushiness.

“Show off,” I muttered.

“You have to get used to it. That’s the price you have to pay for marrying me,” he said, tapping the tip of my nose before guiding me toward the car.

“I didn’t exactly get a choice the first time,” I shot back, though there was no real bite to it. Not when he looked at me like that, with his eyes full of quiet certainty.

He smoothed his hand down my back, the movement so gentle it made something in my chest loosen. “Even if you have, I can be very persuasive,” he said.

I slipped into the car, trying to hide the way my heart was pounding. “Just don’t make a big scene out of it,” I mumbled, buckling in.

Hunter leaned down, bracing one hand on the door frame, his face inches from mine. “That, I can’t promise,” he said quietly, the warmth of his breath fanning across my cheek. “You deserve a scene or two.”

Hunter barely gave me time to think before he ushered me toward the car, his hand warm at the small of my back like he thought I might bolt at any second. I grumbled under my breath, but he only opened the passenger door with a smug little smile, as if he’d already won the ar

argument I hadn’t even started yet.

The drive was quiet at first, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward–just filled with thoughts neither of us wanted to say out loud. I stared out the window, watching the morning sunlight spill over the city, my nerves tightening with every passing minute.

“So,” I finally muttered, arms crossed, “you’re really serious about this whole wedding thing.”

Hunter shot me a quick glance, the corner of his mouth curving. “Very.”

“You didn’t even think of asking me if I wanted to do this?”

“I did,” he said. “This morning. You answered pretty loud, if I recall.”

My whole face heated. “Hunter!”

He laughed, low and pleased with himself, and reached over to rest his hand on my thigh. His thunib stroked once–slow, teasing and that was all it took for my heart to race.

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“Relax,” he said softly.

“Easy for you to say,” I shot back.

“Well, if you really don’t want to, we can just go back and stay in our room. Besides, it’s still our honeymoon.”

I tried to glare at him, but his smirk made it impossible. I can’t believe that he still manages to think about things like that when I already lost count of how many times we did it this morning. This man is really insatiable.

“Just shut up and drive,” I said to shut him up.

By the time we reached the boutique district, the streets had grown quieter and the shops more elegant. He turned into a reserved parking space right in front of a gleaming glass storefront that looked nothing like a casual drop–in place.

The shop didn’t look like the kind of place someone wandered into by accident. It was elegant, quiet, and far too expensive just by the way the glass doors glimmered. As soon as we stepped inside, the soft scent of fresh flowers and warm vanilla wrapped around me, making the whole place feel like a dream someone curated just to steal my breath.

A woman in a sleek pastel dress approached us with a warm smile. “Good afternoon. I’m Eva, and I’m here to assist you, Mr. and Mrs. De Marco.”

Hunter tightened his hand around mine, his thumb stroking slow circles over my skin. “I want the best for my wife. Assist her accordingly,” he said easily.

The woman’s eyes flicked to me, her smile widening. “It’s our pleasure, sir. We’ve prepared several gowns based on the preferences your husband provided. You’re welcome to take your time with each.”

I turned to glare at him. “You picked dresses for me?”

He didn’t even look guilty. “I just made suggestions,” he said. “I know what looks good on you.”

“That is not the same thing.”

He leaned down, whispering close enough that his breath tickled my ear. “You’ll thank me later.”

I swatted his arm, but he only grinned.

The consultant led me behind a curtain into a spacious fitting room filled with gowns–soft lace, silk, and tulle that floated like clouds. I stared at them, suddenly unsure.

They were beautiful. Too beautiful. And somehow… too real.

Hunter stayed outside, but I could hear the rustle of him pacing, probably pretending he wasn’t dying to peek in.

“Let’s start with this one,” the consultant said, lifting a delicate gown with a sweetheart neckline and lace tracing down the bodice.

I slipped into it carefully. When she fastened the last button, I took a breath, turned toward the mirror… and froze.

I looked like a bride.

Not the accidental one. Not the forced one.

A woman stepping into something she chose.

My throat tightened.

“Do you want to show him?” the consultant asked softly.

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I hesitated, fingers trembling where they touched the skirt. Did I want to?

My heart already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

She pulled the curtain aside, and there he was–leaning against the wall, pretending to be relaxed when his whole body went still the moment he saw me.

His eyes widened, darkened, and softened… all at once. He didn’t move for several seconds, as if breathing might shatter the

moment.

“Hunter?” I asked quietly.

He pushed off the wall and walked toward me slowly, like I was something fragile or sacred. When he stopped in front of me, he reached out, brushing a fingertip along the lace on my shoulder.

“You’re… breathtaking,” he said, voice rougher than usual.

Heat shot up my neck.

“I look okay,” I muttered, looking away.

He gave a soft laugh. “You look like someone I’d marry twice.” He cupped my cheek, tilting my face toward him. “Maybe even three times.”

My chest tightened again–this time not from nerves, but from something warm and dangerous blooming inside me.

“Go on, try on some more. I want to see everything,” he added.

The woman quickly attended to me and assisted me in removing the gown. It hadn’t been long when I heard Hunter’s phone ring, but he deliberately ignored it before going back to his seat, waiting for me to try on the next gown.

Hunter was seated on the plush couch inside the private fitting room, elbows on his knees, watching me flip through the racks of gowns like he had nothing else in the world to worry about. But then his phone buzzed once again. He glared at it like the device had personally insulted him.

“Answer it,” I said, not even turning around as I trailed my fingers over a line of lace. “It might be important.”

“No,” he replied instantly, the sound of the buzzing phone cutting off as he silenced it. “I’m with my wife. I don’t care about their emergency. My wife comes first.”

I froze, a gown half–pulled from the rack.

The way he said it–like the world could be burning outside and he still wouldn’t move–sent a strange warmth curling in my chest. It wasn’t the arrogant confidence he usually wore like armor. This was softer. Steadier. Almost… vulnerable.

I turned toward him, trying to mask the flutter in my stomach. “Hunter, just go check what’s wrong. It’s fine. I can handle this on my own for a bit.”

He shook his head, leaning back, legs spreading wide in that careless, claiming way of his. “No. I brought you here. I’m staying right here. They can wait.”

“Hunter,” I tried again, stepping closer, “you’re being unreasonable.”

He lifted his gaze to me like he was drinking in every inch of me before answering.

“The world can fall apart,” he said, voice low and steady. “But you…. you’re the only thing I’m not willing to walk away from, even for a minute.”

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My heart thudded painfully at that, and I felt heat rush up my neck. I rolled my eyes dramatically, if only to hide how flustered he had me. “You’re so dramatic.”

He smirked. “Maybe. But I mean it.”

Another buzz hit his phone. He didn’t look at it.

I sighed. “Hunter. Just check what the problem is. You’ll be more relaxed after.”

His jaw ticked, irritation flickering through his eyes–but he finally grabbed the phone, glanced at the screen, then looked back up at me like he hated the idea of leaving.

“Give me two minutes,” he muttered. “Just two.”

I nudged him toward the door with a teasing shove. “Go.”

He paused in front of me, leaning in to brush a slow kiss against my cheek, his lips lingering just a second too long. “Don’t pick a dress without me,” he murmured. “I want to see you in every single one.”

My breath stuttered.

“Go,” I repeated, softer this time.

He finally stepped out to take the call.

And the second he left the room, something inside me fluttered–like the promise of what this day might turn into had just shifted and deepened in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

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