บททั้งหมดของ One Last Chase: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Bryce drew out, feeling empty all of a sudden, then entered her again. This time it was slow, and she could feel every inch of his length entering her. Her breathing went shaky as she felt so good, making her world spin out of control.When he was all in, he kissed her, pouring all his emotions into it. Charleigh snaked her legs around his waist so tight like ivy and ground into him to build her own friction.Bryce groaned, his veins protruding. He pulled and pounded her inside. Charleigh cried out into their mouths, not in pain, but with intense pleasure.He pounded hard, hitting her over and over again while they kissed like crazy. It was raw fucking and loving at the same time, and Charleigh liked it. She couldn’t remember someone consuming her like this.They were complete strangers, yet she felt secure and cared for, and there was something in Bryce’s kiss that she wouldn’t want to end. And she would definitely not forget it or see a one-night stand the same way over again.She l

Bryce’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe he had broken Charleigh’s heart. Why would he even be surprised by Dax? He was an asshole. However, he wasn’t surprised that Dax won the candidacy over the previous mayor because that one was worse than evil, plus Easton was wealthy and had so many connections.“They didn’t get married?” Charleigh asked hesitantly. His brows furrowed. “I didn’t even know he was engaged.”“So, who was that woman?”“I have no idea.” Puzzled, he shook his head.“I see. He just wanted to get rid of me and break my heart.” She sighed, nodding glumly.Bryce squeezed her hands and brought them to his lips. “I’m sorry but not sorry that he broke your heart because he doesn’t deserve you, Charleigh. You deserve someone better.”She shrugged. “Why did he invite me over dinner with his investor?”His chest tightened. “It’s none of my business, but did you accept it?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you kidding me? Why would I do that? I came here to show him the pla

After lunch, they sat on the back porch with a mix of contemporary and traditional designs. Charleigh settled on the lounge chair, watching Clary play fetch with Lotus while Bryce went back to the kitchen.When she took the project, she never thought of spending some time with someone, or worse playing an important role in someone who had a kid. She couldn’t exactly tell it as a role, but spending a day with Bryce was a different story.Right now, she felt like she wanted to stay for a while. She could definitely spend time watching kids playing in the backyard like this.It felt normal—simple just like she always dreamed about her future when she was still with Dax.Sadly, she, herself, had never experienced this. When their parents got divorced, she and Tripp spent their weekends being passed back and forth between their parents.When she reached eighteen, she worked her ass off to get into college and barely saw her brother. They may have the same passion, but their relationship ch

“Daddy, I smell something’s burning,” Clary called out from the dining table.“Shit!”“You’re not supposed to say that,” Clary chanted.“Sorry, sweetheart.” Lately, I’m not myself. He rushed to the convection to turn it off. As far as he could remember, he set the timer just right and wasn’t expecting to screw up their dinner. Besides, it never happened to him before. Bryce baked when he was happy—when he felt sad—when he was frustrated over something, and even when he was pissed off or in rage. What he couldn’t remember was burning anything. He could bake even with his eyes closed.When he looked at the heat, he sighed exasperatingly. It seemed that Charleigh’s departure had distracted him more than he would like to admit.“What’s the smell?”“Hey, Grandpa!” Bryce watched Clary jump off the chair and squeeze his grandpa Matthew into a hug.“Hey. How’s your fishing?” He pulled out the glassware with supposed to be their dinner—vegetable lasagna, Clary’s favorite. He placed it on the

Bryce was on edge when Dax suddenly appeared on his doorstep, asking for a day to spend some time with his daughter. It was unusual because he usually asked his assistant to pick up Clary after texting him. They might not be on good terms, but they exchanged pleasantries when Clary was around just like civil people did. His little girl did not have to see whatever disagreement they both had. At least, all he could do was be a good father since Clary didn’t have a mother to teach her good manners. Bryce did his best to be polite despite how Dax treated him poorly these past years.Once he was done packing the things into Clary’s backpack for a sleepover, he hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Be a good girl, okay?”Clary squeezed him back. “I love you, Daddy.”Bryce couldn’t let go of her just yet without inhaling her sweet baby scent. For him, she was still the little girl wrapped in a yellow blanket seven years ago. Clary was always his little angel. His chest tighte