Chapter 63
In “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Chloe finds herself in a tense and charged conversation with Dean, where flirtation and hidden agendas intertwine. As Chloe leans in closer to Dean, the atmosphere thickens with unspoken feelings. She laughs off Dean’s concerns about someone finding out their secrets, revealing her deeper involvement in a situation that Dean seems unaware of. The playful banter escalates as she shares her perspective on their recent exploits, transforming Dean’s initial confusion into intrigue and ultimately lust, which sends chills down Chloe’s spine.
As the conversation progresses, Chloe expertly manipulates Dean’s interest, teasing him with the idea of fun and experimentation. His fascination with her boldness grows, and she revels in the power she holds over him, enjoying the thrill of the chase. However, the moment takes a sharp turn when Dean’s advances become too bold for her comfort, prompting Chloe to remind him of her possessive fiancé, Roman, who would not take kindly to any inappropriate behavior. This reminder serves to keep Dean at bay, reinforcing the boundaries Chloe is trying to maintain.
The arrival of Chloe, Dean’s girlfriend, adds another layer of tension to the scene. With her sharp gaze and possessive demeanor, she immediately senses the dynamic between Chloe and Dean. Her authoritative presence effectively pulls Dean away, leaving Chloe with a lingering sense of discomfort. As Chloe watches them leave, she feels the weight of Chloe’s possessive gesture—the display of her engagement ring—serving as a stark reminder of the boundaries that have been drawn.
Feeling disheartened, Chloe discards her empty soda can and seeks out Roman, who is engrossed in conversation with Alyssa. The shift in their expressions as she approaches suggests that something significant is being discussed, stirring Chloe’s curiosity and unease. Determined to address her feelings and the situation at hand, she asserts her need to speak with Roman, indicating that she is ready to confront the complexities of her emotions and the dynamics at play in her relationships.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
*by Serene L. Arden*
“Who, Chloe? Not just yet p>
“Good.” I leaned in a fraction closer, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. “And let’s keep it that way p>
A smirk danced on his lips, a playful challenge in his eyes. “What? Are you worried she’s going to find out p>
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, mentally bracing myself for the performance ahead. It was showtime, Savannah.
I erupted into laughter, the sound echoing louder than I intended, causing him to flinch slightly. “Find out? About that? Oh please, Dean. Don’t make me laugh. This isn’t some primitive era p>
The confident smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a look of confusion that was almost comical.
“You mean you’re aware… you know what he p>
“Aware?” I interjected sharply, cutting him off. “Dean, I was right in the thick of it. A participant, if you will p>
His expression morphed from shock to horror, then flickered into something altogether different—something that shouldn’t have been there at all.
“Oh, and about that last order?” I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, ensuring our conversation was private. “That was my brainchild. We were celebrating a successful merger p>
Dean’s jaw dropped, his disbelief palpable. “You’re serious p>
I let out another laugh, this one darker and tinged with a hint of mischief. “Dead serious. We revel in fun. Wild, crazy fun. Something you uptight types look down upon. It’s not a crime to experiment, you know. You should give it a shot sometime p>
The transformation in him was almost laughable. Shock morphed into intrigue, intrigue melted into fascination, and then fascination twisted into something sleazy before shamelessly giving way to raw lust. His gaze roamed over me in a way that sent chills down my spine.
I can’t believe I once found that look appealing.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, shaking his head as if trying to dispel a fog of disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re into that p>
“You can’t even begin to imagine the things I’m into,” I replied, my voice low and teasing.
His grin widened, teeth flashing like a predator’s, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is. Damn p>
Bingo. Hook, line, and sinker.
“You should always go for the well-stacked ones,” I said casually, glancing at his chest as if imparting a personal tip. “That’s where the real fun lies p>
**Chapter 63 p>
Dean leaned forward, his eagerness palpable, as if he were ready to take notes on my every word. “You should tell me more. Hell, we should… hang out sometime. Just you and me, Sav. You could, you know…” His hand slid onto my thigh, just above the hem of my dress, a bold move that made my skin crawl. “…show me p>
Ew.
“I don’t think so,” I replied sweetly, forcing a smile. “Roman’s a little possessive. He gets all feral when any man dares to glance in my direction for more than three seconds p>
“Babe p>
The word hit me like a splash of cold water, jolting me back to reality. Dean’s hand recoiled as if it had been burned.
We both looked up, and there stood Chloe, arms crossed, her frown sharp enough to cut glass.
Dean sprang to his feet, brushing imaginary grass from his shorts with a nervous energy. “Just catching up with Sav. Clearing some bad blood. Wouldn’t it be awkward if the groom and maid of honor avoided each other on the wedding day? It’ll ruin the photographs p>
“True,” I echoed, my smile so artificial it could’ve been molded from plastic.
Chloe scrutinized me for a moment, her gaze piercing, before seemingly dismissing whatever she saw. “Come on. Mom’s asking if that island we vacationed on two months ago is suitable for a family trip because p>
Her voice trailed off as she linked her arm through Dean’s, pulling him away toward his mother with an air of authority.
But not before she threw one last parting shot.
She caught me watching their retreating backs, and her smile sharpened, feline in its satisfaction. Then, with a subtle tilt of her head, she flashed the diamond on her finger in the sunlight—a gesture as subtle as a brick.
I received the message loud and clear. ‘He’s mine, stay away p>
Noted. He’s all yours, Chloe.
I lingered for a moment longer, my forced smile dissolving the instant her back turned.
With a sigh, I tossed the crushed soda can into the recycling bin and made a beeline for Roman.
He was still deep in conversation with Alyssa, their voices low and intimate. As I approached, both of them halted, their expressions shifting in a way that made my stomach twist with unease. Curiosity sparked within me about the nature of their discussion.
“I need to speak with you,” I said firmly, my tone brokering no argument. “Now p>
**From Best Friend To Fiancé p>
**Chapter 64 p>
In the aftermath of the encounter with Dean, a complex web of emotions settled over Savannah like a heavy fog. The tension that had once sparked between them now lay exposed, a stark reminder of boundaries crossed and the intricate dance of attraction that had become so muddied. As Chloe’s presence loomed large, Savannah felt the familiar pang of jealousy mixed with a sense of resignation. The playful banter that had once thrilled her now felt tainted, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be. With a deep breath, she resolved to reclaim her focus, turning away from the chaos of unfulfilled desires and back toward the safety of Roman, the man who truly understood her.
Yet, as she approached Roman, the unease in her stomach twisted tighter, fueled by the nagging uncertainty of their relationship. The laughter and camaraderie she had shared with Dean now felt like echoes from a distant past, overshadowed by the reality of her commitment. Savannah’s heart raced as she confronted the need for clarity and honesty, not just with Roman but also with herself. She was ready to shed the layers of pretense and confront the tangled emotions that had arisen from this encounter. In that moment, she recognized that her path forward would require courage, a willingness to embrace the truth of her feelings, and the determination to protect the love she had found.
In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to rise as Savannah confronts Roman, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. With the lingering aftermath of her unsettling encounter with Dean and Chloe’s possessive display, Savannah is clearly at a crossroads. What secrets lie beneath her firm exterior, and how will Roman react to her urgent request for a private conversation? The stakes are higher than ever, and the emotional undercurrents promise to lead to a pivotal moment in their relationship.
As Savannah navigates the complexities of her feelings, the dynamics between her, Roman, and the other characters will surely shift. Will she reveal the truth about her past with Dean, or will she keep her cards close to her chest? The chapter is poised to delve into the layers of trust and betrayal, pushing Savannah to confront not only her past but also her future. With every turn of the page, readers can expect revelations that could alter the course of her relationships forever, making Chapter 64 a must-read for anyone invested in Savannah’s journey.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.