Todos os capítulos de The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Let go of what was and hold on to what will be.”That’s what I kept telling myself, again and again, a desperate mantra I clung to in hopes that it would keep me sane. But in that moment, none of it seemed to matter, because all I could focus on was the sound of the phone ringing endlessly without anyone picking up.“Come on, Amanda. Pick up your damn phone,” I muttered under my breath, frustration beginning to claw at the edge of my voice as I stared down at the screen. It lit up, rang, and dimmed again, only to go to voicemail for the fourth time.I had already called my cousin more times than I cared to count, and each time, the silence on the other end only intensified the unease building in my chest.“She’s probably busy being a witch,” I hissed bitterly, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat. My fingers drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as I let out a long, exhausted sigh.I had planned this visit, hoping Amanda would help me prepare a small surprise for Rafael, some

So he really was Rafael’s uncle?The thought slipped out under my breath as my fingers tapped restlessly against my laptop’s trackpad. I couldn’t stop scrolling through image after image of Ram Jordan plastered across the internet.“What are you looking at?”I nearly jumped out of my skin when Claire, my cousin, spoke from behind me. I slammed the laptop shut and shot her a sharp look.“Whatever I’m doing is none of your business, Claire,” I snapped, voice tight with irritation.Honestly, I didn’t even know why I was doing this to myself. I should’ve been studying for my upcoming exam, not obsessively stalking pictures of my ex’s-ugh-uncle.So he really is rich? Disgustingly rich?I whispered the question again, ignoring how I sounded like a complete creep.“What are you mumbling about now, Lex? Oh my God, have you completely lost it?”Claire, being her usual dramatic self, rolled her eyes. I rolled mine right back.“I’m fine, Claire. Just… leave me alone, okay?” I muttered, clearly d

“How did it go?”Claire didn’t even wait for me to fully step inside the house. The moment I opened the door, her nosy tone was already hovering over me like a cloud of judgment. I rolled my eyes and brushed past her without saying a word.“The way you’re ignoring me tells me Operation: Help Lexie Get Laid was a total disaster.”She snorted with amusement and followed me into the kitchen, clearly enjoying this far more than she should’ve.“It was a disaster, alright. That guy did nothing but reject me again and again,” I said through gritted teeth, tossing my bag onto the kitchen counter and scowling at the memory. “God, why do I get the feeling this whole plan is just a really, really bad idea?”Claire grinned, offering no sympathy whatsoever. “Wow, only now you’re getting that feeling?”I gave her another eye-roll.“I’m serious. I’m going to get him to sleep with me. I will make him, Claire.”She stared at me for a beat, her expression unreadable.“Let me get this straight,” she sai

The room was still cloaked in darkness when I opened my eyes. A dull, persistent pounding echoed in my skull, making me wince as I reached up to rub my temple, trying to ease the throb.“Aww…” I groaned, the sound barely audible. I tried to sit up, but something heavy and warm across my waist stopped me.My throat felt dry, parched from the alcohol I’d consumed last night. Right now, water sounded like the cure to every mistake I’d ever made.A small smile crept onto my lips as I turned my head and found Ram Jordan sleeping beside me, his features relaxed in sleep, his mouth slightly parted. Even like this, messy hair, furrowed brows, and morning breath imminent, he looked ridiculously handsome.Damn, this man really is unfairly good-looking.I stared at him a moment longer, my smile widening despite myself. My hand moved on its own, inching toward his face, fingertips longing to brush over the defined line of his jaw. But just before I touched him, I caught myself, froze halfway ther

I sat in the passenger seat like a moody teenager who had just been chewed out by her dad, quiet, sulking, and secretly hoping he’d forget I was there altogether. Ram Jordan’s jaw was set so tight, I wouldn’t have been surprised if his teeth cracked under the pressure. His scowl was so intense, even the steering wheel looked like it was bracing for impact.“Seriously, Lexie,” he began again, voice sharp and lined with barely contained frustration. “This kind of attitude is absolutely rubbish.”That made three lectures since we pulled out of the parking lot. And from the looks of it, he wasn’t even close to being done. His fingers gripped the wheel tightly as he threw me another irritated side glance before focusing back on the road.I bit the inside of my cheek and resisted the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes. I’d learned my lesson with Ram, eye rolls were fuel to the fire. Arguing with him was like playing chess with a volcano: it didn’t matter how smart your moves were, you were s