Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wild Virgin (ENGLISH) : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lexie clutched the shot glass like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her fingers trembled, her nails digging into the wood of the bar as she downed another scotch. The burn that followed felt like punishment—and she welcomed it. She could feel the stares. The bar wasn’t loud enough to drown out her sobs, and the crowd definitely wasn’t kind enough to mind their own business. She muttered bitterly, voice slurred and raw, “What the hell are they looking at? Never seen a woman fall apart before?” Her words came out louder than she meant. The bartender—young, probably a college student working night shifts—looked over with wide eyes. “What?” she barked at him, defensive. “Uh—ma’am, are you okay?” Lexie laughed—a sound so hollow it echoed off the empty spaces inside her. “Do I look okay? My fiancé—scratch that, my cheating bastard of an ex-fiancé—knocked up my cousin and now they’re getting married. So no, sweetheart, I’m not okay. Now unless you have a time machine or a

Lexie shot up from her deep sleep, startled by loud, persistent knocks on her front door. Groggily, she glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand and sighed in frustration—it was barely 6:00 AM. "Lexie?" She heard her name again, accompanied by even more insistent knocks. From the voice, she knew instantly—it was her lying, cheating ex, Rafael. "Great, what a perfect time to ruin someone's sleep," she muttered under her breath, barely getting out of bed, not to open the door but to shoo away her unwanted visitor. "Lexie, I know you're in there. Please open the door." "What the hell are you doing here? Get lost!" she shouted, but Rafael kept knocking, practically trying to break her door down. With no other choice, she swung the door open. "What?!" she snapped, the door flying wide. Rafael stood there, eyes pleading, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. "Let’s talk," he said, his voice full of desperation. "I told you, get lost!" she spat, trying to slam the door, but Raf

Lexie exhaled deeply, trying to steady her breath. She forced herself to stay calm, even as the memory of their kiss—the kiss with Ram—played over and over in her mind like a broken record. “Okay, it was a good kiss, maybe even too good, but seriously… get a grip, Lexie,” she muttered to herself, glancing around at the mini bar. "You alright?" Lexie almost dropped the shot glass in her hand when Ram spoke up unexpectedly. "Y-yeah, I’m good. Thanks," she replied, offering a tight smile. "Actually, no, I’m not fine. How are you so calm after that kiss?" she blurted out, unable to hold it in anymore. Ram chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, it’s not my first time kissing someone." He said it so casually, his smile sweet and easy. "Yeah, because you've had your fair share of women, right?" Lexie shot back with sarcasm, rolling her eyes. "You nailed it. But seriously, stop thinking about that kiss. It shouldn’t have happened," Ram said, the tone in his voice shifting t

"Oh, looks like your plan worked out, huh? What’s going on?" Claire, Lexie’s cousin, asked right away. She was clearly still waking up, yawning as she made her way to the kitchen, probably to grab some water. Lexie rolled her eyes at her cousin and glanced at the clock on the living room wall. The clock read 9:15 AM, which made Lexie pause. Something was off. It wasn’t like Claire to sleep in this late. Lexie was about to ask what was going on when a man, probably in his 40s, stepped out of Claire’s room. He was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, and what Lexie saw made her freeze. The man didn’t seem to notice her, smiling as he saw Claire. Her cousin even raised her glass of water like she was offering him a drink. "Good morning, babe." Claire greeted him sweetly. He stepped up to her and kissed her on the lips. That kiss made Lexie grimace in disgust. "Uh, hello? There's someone else here. Maybe you’d like to acknowledge my presence, or better yet, get a room f

"Ram Jordan is such a grumpy old man..." Lexie muttered to herself in frustration as she finally recovered from the shock after Ram slammed the door shut. "Well, he's a grumpy hot uncle, surely not an old man," She whispered again as she tiptoed toward the gigantic closet, which she thought was even bigger than her apartment's bathroom. Lexie felt a twinge of jealousy, realizing how wealthy he was. "Wealthy-slash-grumpy-slash-freakishly handsome Uncle Ram," Lexie sang while waving her hands as if following a nonexistent beat. She slipped on a huge white t-shirt that looked more like a dress than a tee and suddenly considered keeping her denim short shorts. She finished her look by tying her hair into a bun and smiled after glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a teenager trying too hard to be a gangster. After making sure she looked presentable, she quickly moved to leave the room, knowing that Ram was already waiting for her for lunch. Based on his express