All Chapters of Chasing Broken Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

This is it, Jenna… You can do this…   I have been planning for this day for months; I have been waiting for this day for years. This is the day that dreams are made of. It should be the happiest day of my life.   I have dressed for the part, a classic princess dress with a modern twist, a beaded lace bodice with a thin beaded belt, a dreamy and voluminous tulle skirt that gorgeously flares out underneath. My porcelain skin is composed to perfection, and my hair is tucked neatly into place. And to finish off, a pair of stilettos that hug my feet and glimmers as it shines.   This is my wedding day.   But as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, there is a growing awareness that something is not right. This is more than just the wedding jitters, more than just cold feet. Every part of my being tells me that I do not want to do this; I do not want to walk down the aisle and marry the man waiting f

This is just wonderful. There is only one clothing store in this town, calling it a clothing store is even too kind. It is like something out of a Farmville movie. There is absolutely no way I am wearing these rags. Whoever designed these things should be fired. I won't even go as far as call them designed.I am seriously starting to doubt my brilliant idea to stay in this town; they will most certainly only have one of every other kind of store. Even worse, they will be joint stores, a pharmacy in a grocery store, a beauty salon in a barber. I am still struggling to say the darn place's name.This is an absolute nightmare.Now I am standing here with Clara, trying to convince me that this is my only option. "Jenna, there is really no other choice; you will have to wear these."Well, she has something coming, for she has no idea how stubborn I can be. 'I don't have to if I don't want to.""Are you going to carry on wearing that dress?" she asks me

After a few failed attempts to keep his hands off me, we find ourselves half-hour later back on the road. That was amazing; it is the second craziest thing I have done in two days. I have never kissed another man before; Brendan was my first and my only. Tyler made my body tingle and my knees weak. He seems like a man that knows what he wants, and I want to be the woman that he wants.The first few minutes of the trip are in silence; he, too, must be twirling the heated kisses over and over in his mind. Finally, I guess more out of trying not to cause himself any more frustration; he breaks the silence."So what is this deal with the wedding dress?""Nothing really, I just forgot to grab my overnight back when I left.""Must say it is a nice dress.""Pity I am never going to use it for what it really is intended."I watch as he hesitates for a few moments, not sure if he should ask, but he does anyway."Why did you do it?""Do

We turn up a dirt gravel road; there is nothing as far as the eyes can see, we stay on the road for another ten minutes. When we come around a turn, then I see it, the most beautiful house I have ever seen. It's not made from bricks or stone; it is from different kinds of wood. The windows are big, they are open, more windows than walls. It is surrounded by green grass all over, colorful white flowers everywhere, there is a pond with giant fish. Trees are surrounding the house for miles and miles."Is this where you stay? It is amazing.""The other small house is at the back of it. If you are going to stay in town, you can stay there.""Thank you; you really have been nice to me."He gets that damn sexy smile on his face, and I swear my knees give in all over again. With a husky voice, he speaks, "It is hard not to be nice to you."The tone of his voice vibrates over my skin. I take two swallow breaths and exhale. In a whimper, I speak to avoid my

We head to the pool, where we make ourselves comfortable on the deck chairs. The heat is almost unbearable; he gets up and sits behind me. He takes a block of ice; he runs it down the back of my neck, and down my shoulders. Then he slides it down my spine and my back. Taking the ice in his mouth, he runs it up to my back again. When he reaches the contours of breasts, he glides it by the sides, then in between. He rubs it over my nipple with my top still on.He finds the elastic of my bikini bottom and slowly pushes his finger in between the fabric and her skin. My voice hitches a pitch, and I become a stuttering mess. He slides the ice in and finds the center of my sensitive spot. He presses and circles. I feel myself start to squirm on the chair.I turn my body to face him, placing my legs around his waist. He starts pulling at the straps keeping the swimsuit together. He does not take it off; he lets it linger. His hands run up my leg, against my inner thighs, his f