Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 72 Summary
In Chapter 72 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle enters a meeting room filled with tension, expecting conflict between Brad and Raymond. Instead, she finds Raymond smiling over a contract that severely disadvantages his family, raising Elle’s suspicions about his loyalty. As she grapples with her anxiety, Brad’s unexpected closeness and physical touch create a whirlwind of emotions within her, blurring the lines between professional and personal feelings.
Brad’s dismissive attitude towards the contract negotiations, coupled with his possessive gestures towards Elle, escalates the tension in the room. Raymond, seemingly unaffected by the situation, tries to engage Elle, suggesting a visit to his newly purchased property. This invitation ignites a sense of jealousy in Brad, who reacts by asserting his claim over Elle in a possessive manner. The dynamics between the three characters shift, revealing underlying emotions and conflicts that complicate their relationships.
After the meeting, Brad’s intense possessiveness culminates in him physically carrying Elle away, leading her to a private room. His aggressive demeanor turns into a fierce declaration of ownership, asserting that she belongs to him and no one else. This confrontation leaves Elle feeling cornered and confused, as she struggles to reconcile her feelings of anger and vulnerability. The emotional turmoil reaches a peak as Elle’s frustration leads to tears, prompting a surprising shift in Brad’s demeanor.
As Brad’s harsh exterior softens, he attempts to comfort Elle, creating a moment of intimacy that leaves her both bewildered and intrigued. The conflicting emotions between anger and attraction create a tense atmosphere, leading to a significant turning point in their relationship. The chapter ends with Brad poised to express something important, leaving readers eager to discover the implications of his words and the evolution of their complicated bond.
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**TITLE: Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 72**
**Elle’s POV**
As I entered the meeting room, a knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I had rushed over, certain that the air would be thick with tension between Brad and Raymond. What I encountered, however, was far from what I had anticipated. Raymond Carter was sitting there, a smile plastered across his face, gazing at a contract that was a blatant betrayal of his family’s interests.
The terms were outrageous—an 80-20 split favoring Rayne Group, a stark contrast to the original proposal of 60-40. It felt like highway robbery, and yet, there was Raymond, reclining in his chair with an air of nonchalance, as if he were oblivious to the implications of those numbers. Something was undeniably off. Why would he, a representative of the Carter family, allow Brad to bulldoze over them without a fight? Was he truly advocating for their interests, or was there something else at play?
Before I could fully process my thoughts, Raymond stood and strode purposefully across the room toward me.
“You’re right on time,” he said, his voice low and intimate as he closed the distance between us.
I felt a jolt of surprise when his fingers brushed gently against my temple, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His body subtly positioned itself between me and Raymond, as if he were shielding me from the scrutiny of the other man.
My heart raced, thumping wildly in my chest. What on earth was he doing?
“I just finalized the terms with Mr. Carter,” Brad continued, his hand lingering near my face longer than necessary, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. It felt as if he were deliberately breathing against my hair, leaving behind a trace of his scent that made my skin tingle.
“He’s been very… accommodating,” Brad added, casting a pointed glance at Raymond over his shoulder, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
I attempted to step back, uncomfortable with the intensity of his attention. “That’s… good?” I ventured, my voice faltering slightly.
Raymond cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. “Perhaps we should continue our discussion, Mr. Rayne.”
Brad’s amber eyes locked onto mine for an electric moment before he turned away.
As we moved toward the conference table, I made a conscious effort to keep my distance from him.
“Raymond,” I began, trying to redirect the conversation back to the business at hand, “about these contract terms—”
“Elle,” Brad interrupted, his voice firm and carrying a warning. “Mr. Carter and I have already agreed on everything.”
Raymond offered me a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting that same peculiar recognition they always held when he looked my way. “It’s quite alright, Elle. The terms are acceptable to me.”
I noticed Brad’s jaw tightening, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his gaze darted between Raymond and me. It was clear he was not pleased with the way Raymond had used my first name or the way his attention lingered on my face.
“I assume you’re still planning to stay in Moonshade Bay for a while?” I asked Raymond, striving to maintain a professional demeanor.
Before he could respond, Brad reached over and absentmindedly twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. The gesture appeared casual, but there was nothing casual about the way his fingers brushed against my neck, sending an electric thrill through me.
“Actually,” Raymond said, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed Brad’s territorial display, “I just purchased a property on the outskirts of town. A beautiful place with gardens that should be blooming soon.” He paused, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “Perhaps you’d like to see it sometime? The mountain flowers are particularly stunning this time of year.”
My breath caught in my throat. Brad’s hand on my neck froze, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly as a wave of tension washed over us.
I glanced at Brad, uncertainty gnawing at me. Accepting Raymond’s invitation without Brad’s approval felt like a dangerous game.
Raymond seemed to sense the palpable tension in the air. “Of course, I’d send invitations to both of you,” he added smoothly, a charming smile on his face. “It would be my pleasure.”
Brad’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How thoughtful. We’ll look forward to it.”
The meeting wrapped up quickly after that, with Alex escorting Raymond out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, turning to leave as well.
I barely took two steps before Brad’s hand shot out, catching my wrist in a grip that was firm yet careful, as if he were consciously restraining his strength.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pulling me closer until our bodies were nearly pressed together.
My heart raced as I looked up at him, confusion swirling in my mind. “Back to work? The meeting’s over.”
“No,” Brad said, a dangerously seductive smile curving his lips as he gazed down at me. “I think my mate needs to understand a few things first.”
I tried to pull away, suddenly feeling like a cornered animal. “Brad, what are you—”
In one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms. I gasped, my hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for support.
“Put me down!” I hissed, mortified as he carried me toward the door.
He ignored my protests entirely, kicking the door open and striding out into the hallway where Alex and several other assistants were working. Their heads snapped up in surprise, but they quickly averted their gazes, clearly recognizing the Alpha with his mate.
Brad carried me as if I were weightless, marching straight to a private room and slamming that door shut behind us. Without a moment’s hesitation, he tossed me onto the leather couch against the wall. I bounced slightly on impact, scrambling to sit up as he loomed over me, his presence overwhelming.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, my face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
In an instant, he was on me, one knee on the couch beside me, his powerful frame caging me in. His hand shot out to grip my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
“You are my woman,” he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave that sent shivers down my spine. “Rest assured, Elle, you’ll never belong to Raymond Carter or any other man. Do you understand?”
I pushed against his chest, my fists connecting with solid muscle that didn’t budge an inch. “Get off me! You’re being ridiculous!”
His eyes were cold as he watched my futile struggles, but beneath that icy exterior, I sensed something else—a dissatisfaction, a strange unhappiness that flickered in the depths of his gaze.
My anger and frustration finally spilled over, tears escaping down my cheeks. “What is wrong with you?” I demanded, my voice thick with emotion.
Something shifted in his expression then. The harshness in his eyes softened, and he released my chin, his thumb gently brushing away the tear that had fallen.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his tone suddenly tender.
I stared at him, bewildered. “I don’t understand you anymore. You’ve been… different. One minute you’re caring, and the next you’re… this!” I gestured wildly at our current predicament.
His expression shifted, and he moved to cradle my face, his thumb brushing softly across my bottom lip with surprising tenderness, as though I were something precious he feared to break.
The sensation of his touch sent unexpected warmth coursing through me. I remained still, confused but no longer feeling the urge to escape.
He said my name softly, his voice transformed into something gentle and intimate, sending my heart racing. His eyes roamed my face with an intensity that ignited a heat within me, making it impossible to look away.
Against my better judgment, I felt my anger start to melt away, replaced by a strange, breathless anticipation that I couldn’t quite comprehend.
His expression grew more intense, more focused, as if he had made some important decision. He took a deep breath, preparing to say something significant.
“Elle,” he began, his voice dropping lower, more serious, as if the weight of his words mattered more than anything else in that moment.
Conclusion
In the charged atmosphere of the private room, the emotional tumult between Brad and me reached a boiling point, forcing us to confront the unspoken truths that had lingered just beneath the surface. As I looked into his eyes, I saw the conflict within him—a blend of possessiveness and vulnerability that mirrored my own confusion. The walls that had built up around my heart began to crumble, replaced by a fragile hope that perhaps, beneath his fierce exterior, there lay a connection worth exploring. My tears, once a symbol of frustration, transformed into a bridge, allowing us to step closer to understanding one another. In that moment, the chaotic dance of jealousy and desire shifted, hinting at the possibility of a deeper bond emerging from the ashes of our misunderstandings.
As the weight of his gaze bore down on me, I realized that love is often a tumultuous journey, fraught with missteps and revelations. Brad’s fierce declaration of ownership over our relationship was not merely a possessive claim; it was a desperate plea for clarity in a world where loyalties were constantly tested. The air thickened with unspoken promises, and I felt a flicker of excitement mingling with my apprehension. Together, we stood at a precipice, ready to leap into the unknown, where the waves of our lost memories could finally carry us toward a future that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. It was in this moment of vulnerability that I understood—love, in all its complexity, was worth the risk, and perhaps, just perhaps, we could navigate the storm together.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, readers can expect the tension between Elle, Brad, and Raymond to escalate dramatically. With Brad’s possessive declaration lingering in the air, the dynamics of their relationships are poised for a seismic shift. What will happen when Brad finally reveals what he has been holding back? Will his feelings for Elle lead him to confront his own vulnerabilities, or will his alpha nature push her even further away? As the stakes rise, Elle will have to navigate her own emotions, grappling with her attraction to both men while deciphering their true intentions.
Moreover, the invitation to Raymond’s newly acquired property adds another layer of complexity to the unfolding drama. Will Elle accept this offer, risking Brad’s ire and further complicating her already tumultuous feelings? The serene beauty of the mountain flowers may serve as a backdrop for revelations and confrontations that could change everything. With Brad’s unpredictable behavior and Raymond’s charming yet enigmatic demeanor, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the characters’ pasts, their hidden agendas, and the memories that the waves of Moonshade Bay carry. As secrets surface and alliances shift, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Elle will respond to the mounting pressures and emotional turmoil surrounding her.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
