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The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 7 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
A few minutes before eight, my phone lit up with a name I hadn’t expected to see so soon, or honestly, ever again, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause around me.I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering uselessly above it, frozen between anger and disbelief, as though answering might tear open wounds I’d only just managed to cauterize. The glow of my phone felt intrusive, almost accusatory, casting light on a past I hadn’t decided whether I was ready to drag back into the present.Casper.My best friend.The man who should have been the first to show up when everything fell apart.The man who hadn’t.He’d vanished the night everything collapsed, the night I realized my accounts were empty, my investments drained down to nothing, and BARBOOM, my carefully curated empire, my pride, had officially bled out into bankruptcy. The night my name stopped opening doors and started closing them. The night I sat alone, staring at numbers that no longer made sense, wondering how I’d been
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 6 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
“So… who exactly is this Damien Rivera guy again?”Addy’s voice cut through the quiet like a spark in still air, her brow furrowed as she leaned over my shoulder to glance at my laptop screen. The warmth of the coffee she set beside my hand seeped into my skin, but I barely noticed it, my attention already trapped on something far more dangerous.“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out,” I murmured, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I typed DAMIEN RIVERA into the search bar.Addy dragged a chair closer and sank into it beside me, her gaze sharp. “Wait… didn’t you say you’d met this Damien before?”I hesitated, letting the memories rise slowly. “Yeah… I did,” I said carefully, almost tasting the past on my tongue. “But that was… what, eleven years ago? I was nine. He was just a chubby, awkward kid trailing after Dad’s business partner. Francisco Rivera. As far as I knew, Mr. Rivera had only one son named Damien, so it has to be him.”The tight coil in my chest tugged at so
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 5 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
I couldn’t focus on a single word anyone was saying at the dining table. My attention drifted again and again, drawn irresistibly to the man sitting directly across from me. Damien Rivera. Every inch of him radiated control, the kind of quiet, commanding authority that made people sit up straighter, adjust their tone, or swallow their own words. His eyes, sharp and impossibly dark, seemed to dissect me in seconds, reading thoughts I didn’t even know I had. The movement of his hand as he rested it on the polished wood sent a shiver down my spine. Calm. Composed. Dangerous. And undeniably magnetic.I only snapped out of my daze when my mother’s subtle nudge under the table jolted me, a light kick to my ankle that reminded me I hadn’t been listening at all. I’d been staring at Damien, completely oblivious to the fact that it was his father who was actually talking to me.“I- I’m sorry, what?” I stammered, biting my lip, forcing my gaze toward my father, trying desperately to mask the fac
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 4 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
I had been sitting in the driveway for nearly thirty minutes, my car engine purring quietly, the hum filling the oppressive silence around me. Every nerve in my body screamed at me not to move, not to step out, not to face the storm waiting inside. And yet, I knew I couldn’t stay here forever, hiding behind the wheel as if the car could shield me from what was coming. My mother’s single message haunted me, looping endlessly in my mind: “Just come home, Macy.” Three words, simple, deceptively calm, yet they ignited a wildfire of panic and dread inside me. Had they already found out about BARBOOM? Did my mistakes trail behind me like shadows, waiting to consume me?The red wine I’d forced down earlier still lingered stubbornly in my veins, a warm buzz fighting against the icy churn of guilt and fear. Even the scalding shower I had taken an hour ago, long, steamy, desperate, couldn’t wash away the shame, the mistakes, the reckless choices I couldn’t undo. I’d told Addy to call Casper, to
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 3 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
It was barely past five in the afternoon, yet I had already drained nearly an entire bottle of red wine, despite promising myself I would stop after a glass or tw, just enough to quiet the noise in my head, just enough to blur the sharper edges of the day. The alcohol content wasn’t even that high, which probably explained why the bottle now sat nearly empty on the table while I remained wide awake, restless in a way that felt almost cruel, as if one bottle had never stood a chance against everything weighing on me.The warmth had seeped through my limbs, my body loose and heavy, my head light in that pleasantly dangerous way that made the room tilt just slightly when I moved. Still, sleep refused to come. It lingered somewhere far beyond my reach, stubborn and indifferent, as though my body had forgotten how to surrender to rest. Dark circles had taken up permanent residence beneath my eyes after nights spent staring at the ceiling, replaying the same thoughts over and over until mor
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 2 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
My eyes burned from staring at the papers scattered across my desk, the dryness so severe it felt as though they might give out entirely if I didn’t look away soon. Every blink scraped like sandpaper, but I refused to stop, as if sheer willpower could force the numbers to rearrange themselves into something that made sense. It wasn’t even past three in the afternoon, yet my mind already felt hollowed out, exhausted and overstretched from hours, no, days of thinking in endless, useless circles.I couldn’t remember how many cups of coffee I’d consumed since morning. The mug beside me had long gone cold, a forgotten casualty among the chaos of documents, receipts, and scribbled notes. Caffeine had become my only source of fuel, the one thing keeping me upright and barely functioning. The only thing that had touched my stomach in the last three days. Everything else, sleep, hunger, comfort, had been pushed aside in favor of obsession.If I hadn’t caught the scent of butter melting somewhe
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