Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

DYLAN

I stepped out of the bathroom slowly, the plush bathrobe wrapped tightly around me as if it were armor. The cool air kissed my damp skin, making me acutely aware of how little I was wearing.

He was already there.

He stood near the window, now dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, his upper body bare, relaxed yet impossibly alert. Water still clung to his hair, darkening the strands, and the faint glow from the lights traced the hard lines of his shoulders. and chest.

My steps faltered despite myself.

His gaze lifted the moment he sensed me, slow and deliberate, skimming over me in a way that made my grip on the robe tighten. He didn’t smile. He didn’t smirk. That somehow made it worse.

“Your clothes are in the top drawer,” he said calmly, as if we weren’t standing on the edge of something dangerous.

“O–Okay,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended.

I hesitated for a moment before turning toward the dresser, his words echoing in my head. Top drawer.

Why did that sound like a warning instead of a simple instruction?

I slid the drawer open slowly.

My breath caught.

Inside wasn’t the cotton sleepwear I’d expected. No oversized shirts. No modest pajamas. Just soft fabric folded neatly in dark, sinful shades. Silk. Lace. Thin straps that looked like they were meant to barely cling to skin.

My fingers hovered over the edge of the drawer, unsure whether to laugh or close it in shock.

“This has to be a mistake,” I muttered under my breath.

Behind me, I felt him before I heard him. His presence shifted the air in the room, heavy and unavoidable.

“It’s not,” he said evenly.

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I glanced over my shoulder. He hadn’t moved closer, but his eyes were on the drawer, on me. Calm. Unapologetic.

“You expect me to wear this?” I asked, lifting one piece between my fingers, lace slipping like water through my grip.

He tilted his head slightly. “I expect you to sleep comfortably.”

I scoffed. “In that?”

His gaze met mine, slow and assessing, but still restrained. “You don’t have to wear anything you don’t want to,” he said. “I prefer you wear nothing.”

That sent an unwanted shiver down my spine.

I shut the drawer a little too hard. “In your dreams.”

“Yes,” he replied quietly, “a man can dream.”

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“Not in this lifetime. I shot back. I yanked open the rest of the dresser, determined to find anything that wasn’t lace and temptation. My resolve faltered when I realized every drawer held the same thing, neatly arranged like some twisted joke I glanced at him, irritation burning in my eyes, but he only answered with that infuriating, knowing grin

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt and turned back to the dresser, searching again just in case I’d missed something. That’s when I noticed another drawer, Inside were nothing but plain white shirts and identical sweatpants, all folded with military precision.

I didn’t hesitate this time. I grabbed one of the shirts and a pair of his boxers. Crude or not, they were far better than wearing something that barely counted as clothing.

I didn’t bother looking at him as I gathered the clothes against my chest and marched toward the bathroom again, my chin lifted in defiance. If he thought he could corner me into

into wearing lace and whispers, he was dead wrong.

Behind me, I heard a low chuckle. Not loud. Not mocking. Just amused.

“You’re stealing my clothes now?” he asked calmly.

“They’re more decent than whatever that was,” I shot back, kicking the bathroom door shut behind me.

I slipped into the oversized shirt first. It swallowed me whole, the hem brushing mid–thigh, his scent clinging to the fabric like it had been waiting for me. Clean. Masculine. Too familiar for comfort. I hesitated with the boxers, then tugged them on anyway, tying the waistband tight like it could somehow armor me.

When I stepped back out, he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, posture relaxed. Far too relaxed.

His eyes lifted to me, and for a split second, something flickered there. Not hunger. Not triumph. Something quieter. Something dangerous.

“Clever,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “and rather unexpected.”

I folded my arms. “Disappointed?”

He straightened slowly, pushing off the wall. “No,” he chuckled. “What you failed to understand is what you’re wearing right now was more tempting than that lingerie. That’s my boxer you’re wearing.”

I felt heat creep up my neck. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t,” he replied, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my pulse jump. “You did. You walked out wearing my clothes.”

“Because you left me no choice.”

He stepped aside, gesturing toward the bed. “Then sleep. You look like you could use the rest.”

I frowned. “Then where are you planning on spending the night?”

“In my bed, of course,” he replied.

“You’re joking, right?” I said, squinting my eyes at him like a warning.

“Do I look like I’m joking to you?” he asked, raising his eyebrow with a challenging look.

I stared at him, incredulous. “Absolutely not.”

He arched a brow, clearly amused. “You’re the one standing in my room, wearing my clothes.”

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He crossed his arm. leaning against the dresser, completely unbothered. I don’t recall agreeing to that

He chuckled under his breath. “You make a lot of rules for someone with no leverage.

The space between us felt small. Charged. Loud in its silence.

“Yes,” I said firmly, even as I adjusted the pillows again, pressing them closer to his side. “Psychologically.”

A low chuckle vibrated from his chest. “You’re adorable when you’re defensive.”

“I’m not adorable,” I snapped. “I’m cautious.”

“Same thing,” he replied easily.

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I tugged the blanket higher, turning my back to him, clinging to the edge of the bed like it was neutral territory. The pillows

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Behind me, the mattress dipped slightly as he settled in more comfortably,

“You know,” he said quietly, his voice suddenly closer than I liked, “pillows move when people sleep.

I stiffened. “Then don’t move.”

Another soft laugh. “I’ll try.”

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I closed my eyes, heart thudding, listening to his steady breathing, painfully aware of how awake I still was.

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