Page 31 of Chasing His Bride

This time, the man gazes at Amber’s face’s side.

I spin the ring on my finger, unable to take my eyes off his. Hating the way he looks at her, and the way his fingers dig possessively into her shoulder. It’s like he’s trying to draw her attention to him.

He wants her.

My inner beast roars as I wonder what happened after the photo was taken. Did he pursue her for more afterward?

Did she want him like she wanted me?

My heart drops.

He’s there. I’m here.

I stare at her face again as Hunter clears his throat. I glance from his cell to him, hating that he gives me a shit-eating grin.

“I think this girl got under your skin.”

He’s right. It’s been a constant battle not to touch her or kiss her. Not to fly to fucking England and tell her I made a mistake.

I never realized I would miss her as much as I do, but why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking beautiful and sexy, but she’s more than that. She’s so witty, kind, and incredibly smart.

She’s everything, the package, the real deal—the one.

I never wanted it, never needed it. I never needed anyone in my life for thirty-four years, yet all it took was five days in Vegas and two days in New York with her, and three long, lonely weeks without her in my life and now I can’t stop thinking of her.

Can’t stop yearning for her.

Hunter slaps me on the back. “I need to go. Harvey is having a meltdown with one of the accounts.” He stops at the door and stares at me. “If I was feeling like you are right now. I would do everything I could to try to win her back before it was too late.”

I grunt.

He points at a picture on his cell. “If she’s the one. Then make it happen, because I’ve never seen you like this with anyone before her. What’s the likelihood you’ll feel it here again?” He taps his chest above his heat.

He’s right and I don’t get it. I’ve never been this drawn to a woman before. Never wanted to spend my life with someone before.

God, I miss her.

Hunter stands at my apartment door, waiting for my response.

It’s the moment I realize he specifically turned up to show me the pictures. “Thanks,” I say. My voice sounding dejected. “But I don’t know what to do?”

“Of course, you know what to do. You’re Jack fucking Clark, a man who never bowed down to his family just so he could inherit the business. You’re worth millions, Jack, but you refused to marry someone, and I suspect you lost out on billions. Then one day, you got married and I think you knew. You knew the first moment you saw her, she was the one. Now be Jack fucking Clark and go tell your wife you love her, and beg her to take you back. Let her know you want to be in her life.”

I swallow back a lump of anguish and nod.

Hunter closes the apartment door behind him as I pace up and down my apartment, looking at the pictures he forwarded to me.

She’s getting me hard, just looking at her. I hiss out a breath as I pull my cock from my boxers and curl my fingers around, slowly stroking as I look at her. But I want more. I want her to touch me. I want to touch her. I want to make love to my wife.

I want to talk to her about anything, nothing; it doesn’t matter. I want to hear her voice as she smiles the way she does when she talks about something she likes.

I want to watch every fucking word spill out of her mouth. I want to hold her in my arms.

I just want her.

I need her in my life.

Can you fall in love in just seven days? I didn’t think so, but why does she feel so right? With her, I want to be a better person. I suddenly want to be everything my grandfather wants me to be.

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