Chapter 117

Chase’s POV

I was determined to make it the most perfect night.

It wasn’t the first time, but was sure one of those rare times I really let myself be vulnerable.

I said things as they came, and did as I thought. No second thinking, or guessing.

Emma was pretty. Fuck knows I’d been already picturing her in a wedding dress in my head.

I was only too convinced that I wanted to make her my bride.

As I poured out my heart to her, I fervently hoped that her tears were those of consent, happy tears.

“I’ll take care of it.” I said.

The date was going badly.

The very last thing I expected was to spring up some country on me.

I literally never fucking saw it coming.

I’d planned the whole night in my head, how murderously romantic I was gonna make it, how we were gonna make love under the lights I’d changed the bedroom lights to.

How the candles around the bathtub were gonna illuminate her skin while I begged her to