All Chapters of I Want Her Bare, Always: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jax“Hi Jaxen,” his brother said with a small smile. Well, I’ve been around the Wade brothers long enough to know that smile is just a fake veil. “Same.”“Same??” Ivan asked. “I thought we were getting along well. Well, until you disappeared.”“Charles, I said—”He looked at Ivan as if passing a message. I was right because Ivan frowned, reaching for his jacket. “I’ll be at the door.”“No,” Charles told him. “You’ll be out.”He walked past me, not mashing another word to me. “So,” Charles started. “What’s the problem?”I swallowed hard. “Charles, I’m not your slave.”“And who said you were?”“You. You implied it the moment you felt you could do what we you wanted with me. I’m working for you. That means I have a fucking service to render and that’s what I’m here for.”More nervous than I cared to admit, I turned. “You can’t have me looking like a pushover.”He was watching me, his hands in his trouser pockets, appearing calm and confident as always. But his gaze was anything but c

Charles I knew she was being unserious.The moment she said it, I knew.The look on her face, the tone in her voice, the way she stood there like she wasn’t fully convinced of her own words; it all pointed to one thing.She wasn’t serious.And yet…“I’m serious,” Jaxen said, her voice firm, her eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to doubt her.I studied her for a second longer than I should have.“You don’t sound serious,” I said calmly.“I am,” she insisted.I let out a quiet breath and looked away for a moment.“You always do this,” I muttered.“Do what?” she asked.“Say things you don’t fully mean,” I replied.She scoffed.“You don’t get to decide what I mean, Charles.”I looked back at her.“And you don’t get to make demands like that,” I said.Her jaw tightened slightly.“I’m not making a demand,” she said. “I’m asking.”“That didn’t sound like a question.”“It is,” she insisted.There was a brief silence between us.Then I nodded once.“Fine,” I said.She blinked.“Fine?

Charles I was halfway through a laugh when Ivan said something ridiculous on the phone.“No, no,” he said, his voice loud through the speaker. “You should’ve seen his face. I swear, Charles, if stupidity had a face, it would be his.”I leaned back on the couch, shaking my head.“You say that about everyone,” I replied, smirking slightly.“Because everyone keeps proving me right,” Ivan said.“That’s not how logic works,” I said.“It is in my world.”I chuckled. “What did he even do?” I asked.Ivan exhaled loudly like he couldn’t believe he had to explain it again.“He had one job,” he said. “One job. And somehow, he managed to mess it up in a way I didn’t even think was possible.”“That doesn’t narrow it down,” I replied.He laughed. “Fair enough,” he said. “He delivered the wrong package.”I frowned slightly. “That’s it?” I asked.“That’s it?” he repeated. “You don’t think that’s a problem?”“It depends on the package,” I said.Ivan went quiet for a second.“It was money, Charles,” h

Charles I didn’t plan to step out that night.But staying in my room felt worse.The walls felt too quiet. Too close. Like they were waiting for me to think about things I didn’t want to think about.So I grabbed my jacket and stepped outside.The resort looked different at night.Softer.Quieter.The lights were dim, the air cooler, and the noise from earlier had settled into something low and distant. People were still around, but not many. Just a few quiet conversations here and there.I walked without direction.Just… moving.Trying to clear my head.Trying not to think about her.That didn’t work.Because the moment I got close to the pool area, I saw her.Jax.In the water.Swimming.For a second, I just stood there.Watching.She moved easily, like the water belonged to her. Smooth. Controlled. Like she had done it a thousand times before.My jaw tightened slightly.I should leave.That was the logical thing to do.Turn around, go back, and pretend I didn’t see anything.But I

JaxI got back to the hotel later than I expected.The day with Nathalie had drained something out of me I couldn’t quite name. Not just energy something deeper. The kind of tired that didn’t sit in the body alone, but spread quietly through everything else. Thoughts, emotions, even the way I breathed felt heavier than normal.The room was already dark when I stepped inside. I didn’t bother switching on the main lights. I only reached for the small lamp by the bedside, letting its soft glow fill the space instead. It felt safer that way. Smaller. Contained.I dropped my bag near the chair and stood there for a moment, just listening to the silence.It wasn’t peaceful.It never was.I moved slowly toward the bed, unbuttoning my sleeves as I went. My movements were automatic, like my body knew the routine even when my mind didn’t want to participate anymore. I sat down, exhaling as I leaned back against the headboard.That was when I reached for the book.It wasn’t really a book in the