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Chapter 96
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2026-10-18 07:28:48
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BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 101
Justin’s POV In three years of playing the student union, no girl had ever put a flat hand against my chest and moved me backward, and I was so stunned by the novelty of it that I sat there for a full second with my mouth slightly open, like a guy who'd been tagged in a photo he hadn't approved. "I'm sorry," Clara said, already sliding to the edge of the couch and tugging the strap of her borrowed dress back onto her shoulder. "I shouldn't have come." "You came to my apartment at night, in that dress, after I told you to wear something nice," I said, "so I think we can agree you had some idea of how the evening was supposed to go." "I did have an idea, and it was wrong." She was looking at the floor when she said it, her fingertips still orange from the Takis dust, and she didn't look the way girls usually looked when they were being dramatic, which was the part that bothered me most, because she looked calm. I had spent six months noticing the way Clara Hayes tucked her hair beh
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 100
Clara’s POVJustin’s apartment smelled like patchouli candles fighting a losing battle with microwaved burritos. I stood in the doorway for almost two minutes before realizing he hadn’t bothered asking me one thing about myself. He had plenty to say about his demo, though—his Spotify stats, his run-in with a label rep from Nashville who'd “vibed hard” with his bridge, and a flyer from his first gig hanging over the couch like some kind of family portrait. I wore Allie’s black dress and my cleanest flats, my phone pressed against my hip with Carter’s last text and a sharp sting of guilt, reminding me that the experiment needed more time.“Wine?” Justin already had two glasses poured, the bottle half-empty.“No thanks, I don’t drink.” I said it as politely as I could, the truth rooted in a mattress back in Arizona.He waved me off. “Come on, one glass won’t kill you.” His smile tried to be charming, but when I didn’t budge, it thinned into something colder. “It’s a date, Clara. You’re b
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 99
Clara POV I had ignored Carter Graham for eleven hours, which was a decent amount of time for a woman who had cried all over his shirt, and he had sent me nine texts, each more carefully casual than the last. Did you eat? Your pen is still in my room. Okay, I can see that you've read these. I turned my phone face-down on the practice room piano, where I had been hiding since nine that morning and where the only sound I allowed myself was the soft, ugly noise of someone trying to sing through a lump in her throat, and I reminded myself of the facts: my body had done something it had not been able to do for three years and I had thanked the person who happened to be in the room, which was a natural thing to do and in no way proof of anything else. Allie found me at noon with her phone held out in front of her like a casserole that had gone bad, and the screen showed a photograph of me leaving the hockey house at dawn with my shoes in my hand and my hair in a state that could
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 98
At 3:07 a.m. I caught myself watching a girl sleep, so I did what any reasonable man would do and left the room. She hadn’t moved. One fist was knotted in my pillowcase, the other hand curled by her face with the ring off. She’d set it on the nightstand next to my Tums, where it looked like a very small, very expensive mistake. I eased the door shut and stood in the hall with my forehead against the wall. This was a deal. I said it in my head, in the voice I use when a ref calls a penalty I didn’t earn. This was a deal. We had terms. Show up, hold hands at the Hendricks dinner, keep our stories straight, don’t make it weird. Nowhere in the terms did it say she’d cry into my shirt like it was the last dry thing in the state. Nowhere did it say I’d hold on to her like that. The kitchen floor was freezing. The fridge door was a war zone of whiteboard marker. DEAN, STOP EATING MY YOGURT. -TY. Under it, in Dean’s handwriting: NO. I drank water standing up. My hands weren’t steady,
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 97
Chapter 97 POV: Clara His lips were on mine, and the world didn't become a darkened cavern, with Marcus Drake hovering over me on a sordid mattress. My hands were gripping the fabric of his shirt, digging their nails into the softness of his shoulders as his mouth hovered over mine with an almost pious tenderness that made the nerves in my body scream to life with a feeling so foreign and wonderful to my senses. He didn't thrust himself into me roughly, or use his weight to pin me down. He didn't even attempt to maneuver beneath my jeans, as if there was a clock ticking in his ears that needed to be stopped. His large hand slipped beneath my gray sweater, his hand massaging the bare skin of my hip as he let out a languid breath over my parted lips. A gush of warmth surged right through the middle of my torso, sending shivers all over my body, but instead of freezing up and becoming an unfeeling block of ice, my body leaned further into his caress. I pulled him closer,
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 96
POV: Carter The fingers of my forearms curled against the hard edge of the mattress as the small yellow bulb on my nightstand cast long slow shadows into the otherwise still room. Clara lay half on my bed closer to the middle of the mattress, her small hands splayed lightly against her midsection, wide dark eyes locked onto my face as her small ribs rose and fell in short shallow motions. "Tell mett all that you're feeling in this moment," I rumbled low in my throat, the vibrations in my chest overpowering the distant hiss of the old furnace in the corner. "Give it to me straight, Clara," "My heart is beating against my ribcage like it wants to escape and just flat-out run from the nearest exit," Her lower lip wobbled in barely contained distress before clamping down with her teeth to still the motion. "I feel... tight in here, but it's not fear, not really." "Good," I crooned, right hand rising slower than expected and letting her watch my every movement before the wide pad
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