Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

DYLAN

The dinner was exhausting but surprisingly comforting. I know I shouldn’t be, but there’s something about that man that gives me warmth, which I don’t understand. How can a stranger who emits a dangerous aura send comfort into my soul? That makes me wonder if there’s probably a chance that he’s telling the truth.

However, part of me doesn’t want to admit it. Accepting whatever it is that I was feeling towards him only means that everything that Beckett told me about my life was all a lie.

$12 for lying to me?

But why would he do that? What could be his

I blew a loud sigh once I finally found myself in the

That man, who until now hasn’t mentioned his name, group of armed men. That alone tells me this man is going to do anything that I didn’t want him to do.

of my own room.

cd himself even before I finished eating. He was followed by a

dangerou

yet somehow, I believe his words when he said he’s not

Why do I trust him more than I trust Beckett, who provides me

enough evidence

to prove his claim?

“You are insane, Dylan,” I murmured to myself.

My eyes drifted toward the bathroom door, and only then did I really notice it–wide, elegant, almost too grand for someone like me. Earlier, I’d been too distracted, too unsettled, to take any of it in while I was rushing to get ready for dinner. Now, with the house quiet and my thoughts spiraling, the space called to me.

The bathtub was enormous, smooth marble edges catching the soft light. It looked inviting in a way that made my shoulders loosen just a little. A long, warm bath might be exactly what I needed–to calm my nerves, to quiet the questions pounding inside my head.

I walked in and turned the faucet, watching steam slowly rise as the tub began to fill. The sound of running water wrapped around me, dulling everything else. On the countertop beside the sink, I spotted a bottle of body wash–simple and expensive–looking. I picked it up and inhaled.

The scent was unmistakably masculine. Clean. Deep. Familiar in a way I couldn’t quite place.

For a second, I hesitated. Then I shook my head at myself and poured some into the tub anyway. The water clouded as bubbles bloomed across the surface, thick and white. I swirled my hand through them, watching them dance, trying to focus on something–anything–that wasn’t him.

Slowly, I began to undress, fabric sliding from my skin piece by piece. Each movement felt deliberate, like I was shedding more than just clothes–tension, fear, and the strange pull that man had over me. By the time I stepped closer to the tub, steam curling around my legs, my heart was still restless, but at least, for this moment, I was alone with my thoughts.

The warmth of the water wrapped around me like a cocoon, loosening muscles I hadn’t realized were clenched so tight. The steam blurred my vision, the bubbles brushing against my skin as the quiet settled in. For the first time since everything began to unravel, my thoughts slowed. The fear dulled. The questions softened.

I rested my head against the edge of the tub and let my eyes close.

Just for a moment, I told myself.

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The sound of water became distant, fading into something gentle and far away. My breathing evened out, my body sinking deeper into the comfort of the bath until sleep claimed me without warning.

I didn’t know how long I’d been out when something warm brushed against my cheek.

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I stirred, frowning hightly, half–lost betwear dreams and reality. The touch came again slow, careful, almost reverent Nor rough. Not drinansing. Just there.

My lashes Buttered open.

For a second, all I could see was a blur of shadow and light. Then the shape of him sharpened above me, crouched beside the tub, his expression unreadable but intent. One hand cradled my face as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go

My throat tightened. I pushed myself upright, water sloshing softly as I stared at him, my heart suddenly racing. “What are you doing here?” I asked, worried that he might see me naked underneath the water. I quickly gathered all the bubbles around me in my attempt to cover my nakedness. “How long have you been here?” I shot at him

“Long enough,” he replied, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of water from my cheek.

“Didn’t your school teach you that it’s rude to enter someone else’s room without permission?” I accused him.

He smirked. “Why do I need permission to enter my room and my bathroom?” he replied.

T–This is your room?” I asked with my eyes wide open a

“It is indeed,” he responded.

my jaw dropped.

I clenched my jaw and blew a loud breath, trying to calm myself down from this awkward situation.

I cleared my throat and raised my head, hiding the embarrassment cree into my system. “Apologies. Can you please

leave so I can fix myself?”

“What’s the point? I have already seen everything,” he answered with a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“Shut up! Leave now!” I yelled at him, but he didn’t budge. I was so pissed that I didn’t think about it much when I decided to splash water on his face.

“Hey! Stop it!” he complained as he was trying to dodge it.

The next second happened too fast for either of us to react.

The water I splashed at him hit his chest–and instead of stepping back like a sensible person, he lost his footing.

“Wait-”

His heel slipped on the slick marble floor, and with a sharp curse, his balance gave tipped forward and he fell straight into the tub with me.

way. There

was a loud splash as his weight

Cold water sloshed over the edges, soaking the floor, the bath mat, and probably half the bathroom.

I gasped, gripping the edge of the tub as his body collided with mine, the impact knocking the breath out of me. The water surged around us, bubbles popping, steam rising thicker in the cramped space.

For a heartbeat, everything froze.

He was braced over me, one arm hooked around the side of the tub to keep us both from fully submerging. His other hand instinctively landed at my waist–not gripping, not roaming–just holding me steady.

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My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it.

“Get off me,” I snapped, even as my voice betrayed me, coming out breathless.

He glanced around at the flooded bathroom, then back at me, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You attacked first?

He didn’t move right away. Instead, his gaze lingered on my face, searching, studying–as if this ridiculous moment had stripped something raw between us.

I hated how calm he was. How unbothered. How every movement felt deliberate, like he knew exactly what it was doing to

1. me.

My eyes widened in panic when he started taking off his clothes right in front of me as if he was deliberately putting on a show for me.

“What the heck are you doing?!” I shouted, quickly covering my eyes with my hands.

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He chuckled, “What? Do you expect me to walk around my room dripping in water?

“Then, at least give me a warning!”

I’m sorry. My bad,” he replied, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all.

The faint sounds of his movements carried through the room, soft and unhurried, and they stirred something restless inside me. Curiosity crept in before I could stop it, quiet but insistent. Almost without realizing it, I moved closer, peeking through the narrow space between my fingers.

My breath caught.

His back was turned to me, broad and bare, muscles

slow paths down his spine, catching the light, and ifting beneath his skin as he leaned forward slightly. Water traced

hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

sight rooted m

I should have looked away. I knew I should have. But there’s

My throat went dry when he slightly moved to the side, givi

in place. I felt heat rush to my face, my heart

something in him that made my eyes glued on him.

me

full view of his gifted “friend” in between his legs.

my face.

Stop it, Dylan. I scolded myself. What was wrong with me? Panic rushed through me the moment our eyes met, and I snapped my fingers shut, sealing the tiny space between them just in time. Almost instantly, something soft hit

“Quit peeking, peeping Tom. Dry up. I’ll wait outside.”

He didn’t give me the chance to retort. He simply turned and walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened. When I pulled the towel away from my face, I caught a glimpse of him leaving, a white robe hanging loosely from his broad shoulders.

“P3rvert,” I muttered under my breath.

‘The nerve,‘ a small voice inside my head shot back. ‘You’re the one who was peeking.