All Chapters of TIED BY DESTINY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Oh god, that guy is such a jerk. How can he say this to someone? He is so smooth with the flirting; I know he’s only doing this to annoy me! Ugh, I hate him, but why does my face can’t stop turning red?! What is wrong with me? I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were all flushed, and I couldn’t keep my hands from trembling. Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that will calm me down. Yes, that’s a great idea. I stepped into the shower and was greeted by the warm water cascading down, creating a soothing sound as it hit the tiles. The scent of Dylan’s male products filled the air, reminding me of him. Reluctantly, I realized I didn’t have any other options, so I decided to use them. After a 30-minute long shower, the water washed away my anxiety, leaving me feeling refreshed. As I looked at my wet clothes on the floor, panic set in. I didn’t have an extra pair to wear. Frantically searching, I found a bathrobe near the sink, its soft fabric providing some comfort as I wrapped i

“Daisy, what happened to your lips?” Mr. Astor’s puzzled voice echoed in the room, the confusion evident in his tone. I glanced at Dylan, a smirk playing on his lips. He was such a jerk. The events of last night still lingered in my mind, his strange behavior leaving me baffled. And that kiss, oh, it was something else. It felt like a gentle caress to my soul, revitalizing me in ways I had never experienced before. But he took it too far, kissing me relentlessly for a solid half an hour. The exhaustion from the frantic preparations I had made to meet his parents had consumed me, and I couldn’t even recall when I drifted off into a deep sleep.As I stood there, my mouth hanging open, the room fell silent. I searched desperately for an excuse, but my mind drew a blank. Just as the awkwardness became unbearable, Mrs. Diana came to my rescue. Her voice cut through the tension. “Ron, let it go. Have your breakfast, you’re running late.” Her words offered a lifeline, even though I knew

Dylan’s face contorted into a deep frown, his brows furrowing with frustration. I could see the tension building in his expression, but I couldn’t quite decipher if it was anger or disappointment. Regardless, it was evident that he was upset. “I’m so sorry, Daisy. I should have asked for your permission first. I didn’t know you were feeling uncomfortable,” he sighed, the weight of his words hanging in the air. “No, no, Dylan, I’m sorry too. I backed off, and I don’t even know why. I’m just not ready for it yet,” I replied, my voice tinged with regret. Insecurity washed over me, and I instinctively crossed my arms, shielding my vulnerable upper body. I felt lost in that moment, realizing that if I had gone through with it with Dylan, it would have made seeking forgiveness from Julian even more difficult. No, I couldn’t bring myself to do it with Dylan just yet.“Hey, squirrel,” Dylan whispered softly, his warm breath tickling my ear. The gentle rustle of air surrounded us as he pulle

DYLAN’S POV RING RING RING “Dylan...” Daisy murmured breathlessly in the midst of our passionate kiss, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. The sound of crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop to our stolen moment of intimacy. The salty sea breeze caressed our skin, mingling with the faint scent of coconut sunscreen that clung to Daisy’s hair. Every touch of her lips against mine sent electric sparks coursing through my veins, intensifying my addiction to her. “Hmmm,” I responded, my voice husky with desire. I couldn’t get enough of her, craving her presence with every fiber of my being. But as the incessant ringing of her phone persisted, Daisy reluctantly pulled away, her face etched with frustration. “I need to pick up the call,” she explained, her voice filled with regret. My thoughts were scattered, unable to think clearly as I desperately clung to her, not wanting to let her slip away, even for a moment. Reluctantly, I released my grip on her, hesitantly allow

It’s been a whole week, and Dylan hasn’t set foot at home even once. I attempted to visit his office, but he was nowhere to be found. The clock struck midnight, and there was still no sign of him. I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t come today either. As I was about to store the food in the refrigerator, the creaking of the main door caught my attention. It swung open, revealing a towering figure - Dylan. He stood there, tall and commanding, in his impeccably tailored three-piece suit. His tie hung loosely around his neck, hinting at exhaustion from a long day. Despite it all, his radiance and elegance remained undiminished. “Dylan, where have you been?” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with a mix of relief and concern. I rushed towards him, my feet pounding against the ground, and wrapped my arms around his domineering body. As his warmth enveloped me, a wave of comfort washed over me, banishing the worries that had plagued me all week. But the fleeting moment of solace