Chapter 64
In Chapter 41 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” titled “Submission?”, the protagonist, Savannah, confronts Roman after a tense encounter with Dean, who has discovered Roman’s name on an escort service website. Savannah’s urgency is palpable as she pulls Roman away from the party, driven by fear of the secret that could unravel their lives. The chapter opens with Savannah’s frustration boiling over as she demands answers from Roman, who appears genuinely confused by the situation.
As the conversation unfolds, Savannah reveals the shocking news about Dean’s discovery, which leaves Roman rattled. Their dialogue is charged with sarcasm and tension, reflecting Savannah’s anxiety and Roman’s growing concern. Roman’s attempts to understand how Dean obtained the information highlight the seriousness of the situation, while Savannah’s bitterness over Roman’s past choices adds emotional weight to their exchange. The stakes are high, and Savannah feels the pressure of protecting their relationship from potential gossip.
Savannah’s quick thinking leads her to concoct a story to throw Dean off the scent, claiming that their involvement with the escort service is part of a shared kink. This revelation surprises Roman, who struggles to comprehend Savannah’s bold move. The tension between them shifts as Savannah tries to maintain composure, but her anxiety simmers beneath the surface. The chapter captures the complexity of their relationship, with Savannah’s playful teasing juxtaposed against the underlying fear of exposure.
As the conversation progresses, Savannah recounts Dean’s inappropriate interest in her, which intensifies Roman’s protective instincts. His urgency and intensity create a charged atmosphere, revealing the depth of his feelings for Savannah. The chapter ends with an unresolved tension, hinting at a larger confrontation ahead as Savannah must navigate the consequences of her actions while Roman grapples with his emotions. The interplay of fear, love, and deception encapsulates the chapter’s emotional core, leaving readers eager for what comes next.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 41: Submission p>
Roman had barely managed to excuse himself from Alyssa’s presence when I seized the moment, plastering the most artificial, tight-lipped smile I could muster. My fingers curled around his arm like a vice, and with a determined tug, I pulled him toward our room, moving swiftly enough that no one had a chance to register our departure.
Tonight was not a night for uncertainty. Not with Dean’s insufferable little secret ticking away in my pocket like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
As the door clicked shut behind us, the sound reverberated in my chest, a sharp reminder of the tension in the air. I turned to face him, my heart racing, ready to unleash the storm brewing inside me.
“What the hell, Roman?” I snapped, my voice laced with frustration.
He blinked at me, genuine confusion etched across his face as if he were a deer caught in headlights. “Okay… can I at least know what I did wrong before I get executed?” His tone was almost comical, but I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
“Dean found your name on the VIP guest list for an escort service website.” The words hung in the air, heavy and accusatory.
That revelation struck him like a slap; his eyebrows shot up, barely lifting a millimeter but enough to show he was rattled. “How did he get his hands on that p>
“I have no fucking idea. Do you think I subscribe to Creeps With Connections Monthly?” My sarcasm dripped like venom, but the truth was, I was just as bewildered as he was.
“But I already canceled my membership p>
“Two days before we arrived here,” I interjected sharply, “after you placed your last order. I’m well aware of that.” The word ‘order’ felt bitter on my tongue, as if I had just bitten into a battery.
His forehead creased in thought. “That’s… very strange. Nothing has ever leaked from Velvet Desires before. It’s supposed to be the safest and most discreet service out there. This is actually serious p>
“I’ll contact the guys in charge, let them know someone’s been snooping—” He started to reach for his laptop, but then halted, his expression shifting as if he had just remembered he’d left the stove on.
“Wait. What happens if Dean tells someone? Has he told your sister already?” His voice was laced with concern, and I could see the gears turning in his mind.
“He won’t. And he hasn’t,” I assured him, crossing the room to sit on the bed, folding my arms defiantly. I needed to project confidence, even if my insides were churning. “I already handled that. Or at least… I think I handled that p>
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Now I’m curious p>
I met his gaze, unwavering, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. “I told him it’s our little fun moment p>
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and for a brief moment, we simply stared at each other, the tension thick enough to slice through. My heart was racing, desperate to escape, but I kept my expression as composed as stone.
“I didn’t get that. Come again?” he prompted, his voice low and incredulous.
“I said, I told him I was aware of it… That we did it together. A sort of kink to heat things up.” I watched as his expression shifted from confusion to disbelief.
Roman blinked at me, once, twice, as if he were trying to decipher whether he had misheard or if I had truly ignited our relationship in the most unconventional way possible.
“You… told Dean…” he began slowly, each word carefully measured, “…that my presence on an escort site was p>
“Our thing.” I crossed my legs and leaned back against the headboard, attempting to project a nonchalant demeanor that belied the storm of anxiety within me.
“A little spice. You know, the adventurous kind. Not every rich guy with a weird kink finds a fiancée who’s game. You’re lucky.” I teased him, but the moment the words left my lips, I regretted it.
The silence that followed could have been sliced with the steak knife I had been envisioning burying in Dean’s smug face earlier.
Roman tilted his head, his expression one of disbelief, as if I had just confessed to robbing a bank in broad daylight. “Savannah… why p>
“Because,” I replied sweetly, forcing a smile, “the alternative was him running to Chloe with gossip so juicy she’d spread it around before dessert. I had to throw him something that would make him drop it. You should appreciate my quick thinking p>
He managed a chuckle, but there was a hint of tension in it. “And he bought it p>
“Hook, line, and fucking sinker.” I couldn’t help but smile, “He even seemed genuinely interested. Looked at me like I was the hottest thing on the planet p>
Roman’s face darkened instantly, his expression hardening like granite. “What did he say to you p>
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his gaze. “I guess he was aroused. Said it was sexy… that I was sexy. Even invited me out for a private hangout. Just us.” I recalled the conversation, the way he had looked at me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
Roman closed the distance between us with a sense of urgency, stopping right in front of me, his intensity palpable. “And what did you say?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, like the calm before a storm.
The air crackled with tension, and I knew this was just the beginning of a much larger confrontation.
In the dimly lit room, the weight of secrets and half-truths hung heavily between Roman and me, a palpable tension that threatened to unravel the fragile bond we had built. With every word exchanged, I felt the emotional stakes rise, the precarious balance of our relationship teetering on the edge of revelation and misunderstanding. I had thought I could diffuse the situation with a bold lie, a playful twist that would shield us from the prying eyes of Dean and the chaos he could unleash. Yet, as Roman’s gaze bore into mine, I realized that my attempt at bravado had only served to deepen the chasm between us, igniting a fire of jealousy and distrust that I had not anticipated. The playful banter I had hoped would smooth over the tension instead revealed the raw vulnerability beneath our facade, a reminder that our connection was still fragile, still in need of nurturing.
As I sat there, heart pounding and nerves frayed, I understood that the path forward would not be easy. The secrets we carried were not just burdens; they were the threads that wove our lives together, and now they threatened to unravel everything we had fought to build. Roman’s urgency, his desire for clarity, mirrored my own need for honesty, and in that moment, I realized that submission to the truth was our only way forward. We had to confront the reality of our situation, to face the shadows lurking in the corners of our relationship, if we were to emerge stronger on the other side. It was a risk, one that could either bind us together or tear us apart, but as I looked into his eyes, I knew that the only way to navigate this broken time was to embrace the chaos and trust in the strength of our connection.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As we turn the page to Chapter 42, the stakes are about to rise even higher. Savannah’s quick thinking may have temporarily deflected Dean’s prying eyes, but the tension between her and Roman is far from resolved. Expect an explosive confrontation where secrets unravel and emotions clash. Roman’s protective instincts will be put to the test as he grapples with the implications of Savannah’s bold move. Will he see her actions as a clever strategy or a dangerous gamble that could jeopardize everything they’ve built together?
Meanwhile, the shadow of Dean looms larger, and his intentions remain shrouded in mystery. Will he take advantage of the situation, or will his curiosity about Savannah’s newfound confidence lead to unexpected alliances? As the night unfolds, prepare for a whirlwind of revelations that will challenge loyalties and force Savannah to confront the very nature of her relationship with both men. The walls are closing in, and with every tick of the clock, the tension escalates. Can Savannah navigate the treacherous waters of desire and deceit, or will her dreams fold into the broken time of betrayal?
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.