Todos los capítulos de The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

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 door shut with a solid, final thud—clean, decisive, the kind of sound that didn’t invite arguments. It echoed inside the enclosed space longer than it should have, vibrating faintly in my chest as if the car itself had opinions.Leather creaked beneath me as I slumped into the passenger seat, the world tilting just slightly to the left, then correcting itself with a lazy sway. The air inside the car hit differently than the club had. Cooler. Sharper. Controlled. No trace of sweat or alcohol or desperation—just clean leather, mint, and something unmistakably Damien. Order. Discipline. The kind of scent that suggested nothing was ever left to chance.I wrinkled my nose, squinting at the dashboard like it had personally offended me.“Wow,” I muttered, fumbling with the seatbelt and finally clicking it into place with more determination than coordination. “Your car smells like money and emotional repression.”The engine purred to life—not loud, not aggressive, just… confident. Like it

For three full seconds, no one spoke, the hallway suspended in a kind of stunned silence that felt heavier with every breath I took.Addy’s gaze bounced from my face, then to the door I had just walked out of, and finally landed, unfortunately on the very shirtless, very unbothered man leaning against the opposite frame like he had been summoned specifically to ruin my life before nine in the morning. He looked relaxed in a way that should have been illegal, dark hair still damp as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, bare chest on full display without a shred of self-consciousness. The man didn’t even pretend to be uncomfortable, standing there like this was an entirely reasonable way to greet unexpected guests.Casper blinked once.Twice.Then, slowly and deliberately, his jaw tightened, the muscle jumping in a way I knew far too well, the silent warning sign that his patience was thinning by the second.Damien, meanwhile, lifted his mug, took a calm, unhurried sip, and said—with

It was past two in the afternoon when Casper finally checked his phone and exhaled like the weight of the day had just remembered it existed.“I should head back home,” he said, already half-standing from the couch, stretching his arms above his head as if he’d been there for days instead of only a little while.Addy pushed herself up too, brushing invisible lint off her skirt. “Yeah… I should go too,” she said, too casually, too quickly. Then she added, “I need to visit my grandmother. She’s been asking me to come by all week.”Casper gave a slow nod, like he didn’t question it, like it wasn’t the kind of thing that sounded rehearsed. “Want me to walk you down?”Addy’s smile came easy, but her eyes flicked toward me for half a second before she answered him. “Sure.”I stayed where I was, sitting on the edge of my chair, watching them gather their things. Casper was humming under his breath while Addy searched for her purse, but the air felt… charged. Like the moment their feet left m

The lock clicked shut behind us, sharp and final, the sound ricocheting through the apartment like a sentence being passed down.For a heartbeat, I didn’t move. My hand hovered near the door, fingers stiff, as though some foolish part of me believed I could still undo this, turn the handle, step back into the hallway, choose the elevator and my carefully constructed distance over whatever waited inside with him.But I didn’t.I turned slowly, my pulse skidding, nerves frayed raw from the day, the shoot, the invasive questions, the way BARBOOM’s name clung to me like a stain I couldn’t scrub off. Even the elevator ride replayed in my head, the way Damien had stood too close without touching me at all, his presence pressing in until my skin felt overly aware of itself.“So,” I said, my voice tighter than I liked, breaking the silence before he could bend it around me. “What did you have planned for me, Damien?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he reached up and shrugged out of his coat with d