Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Want Her Bare, Always: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

JaxThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence.Not the heavy, watched silence I had gotten used to.This one was… different.Soft.Unfamiliar.My eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light filtering through the curtains. The ceiling above me wasn’t the same, no sharp edges, no cold modern finish, no hidden cameras I had spent nights trying to locate.My body tensed instantly.I sat up.Too fast.The room spun for half a second before settling.This wasn’t Charles’ place.The bed beneath me was smaller. Warmer. The sheets smelled faintly of something clean… and something else.Something familiar.My heart started beating faster.I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, scanning the room carefully. A dresser. A chair. A half-open door leading out.No guards.No locks.No control.Freedom.The word didn’t feel real yet.Before I could move, the door creaked open.I froze.And then…“You’re awake.”The voice hit me before the face did.Familia

Charles As soon as I got into my car, I slammed the door with more force than necessary and gripped my steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.I had it all under control until now.My fists slammed into it once and the I stopped. Not because my anger faded but because I can't let one woman have this much effect over me. I've always had a grip of myself… controlled my emotions better than this but not when it comes to her.I can’t see past my fingers clutching the leather of the wheel, can’t fill my lungs, can’t see past the blinding rage that surges through my veins from the sight of her. The sound of her voice, the feel of her soft skin. Every single thing about her pisses me off.The erratic beats in my chest don’t calm down, even though she’s nowhere near me. All I wanted to do, when I had her tied there, was to protect her from any shit that could go wrong. That room is tested and proof to any explosive, bullet and what not.I wished I reminded my duck what it does like

Charles I don't go to Ivan’s games often.Not because I didn’t care. Ivan liked to believe that, but the truth was simpler — my life didn’t really allow normal things like standing around watching bikes race in circles while people cheered.But that night I showed up anyway.Brad stood beside me near the fence, hands in his pockets, looking amused already.“You know this is going to turn into something,” he said.“What do you mean?”“You appearing here like a supportive brother? Ivan is going to milk this for the rest of the year.”“I’m just watching a race.”Brad smiled. “I didn't argue that.” “Then let's just pretend to focus on it,” I said casually.Engines roared across the track, the sound vibrating through the ground. Ivan was easy to spot. He rode like he did everything else in life — fast, reckless, and a little bit arrogant.I watched him cut across the dirt curve smoothly, leaning just enough to show off.Brad nodded toward him. “You know he rides like he’s trying to prove

Jaxen New York felt louder than I remembered.Maybe it wasn’t the city that changed; maybe it was me.I stepped out of the taxi and looked around, taking in the noise, the lights, the people walking like they had somewhere important to be every second of the day.For a moment, I just stood there breathing.No locked doors.No guards outside a room.No man was watching every step I took.It was just a busy street and a cold wind that made my hair fly into my face.“JAXEN!”I didn’t even have to look to know who that was.Hazel.I turned just in time before she crashed into me like a human tornado.“Oh my God, look at you!” she said, squeezing me so tight I nearly dropped my bag.“Hazel, I can’t breathe.”“I don’t care,” she laughed.“That’s comforting.”She finally let go, but then she grabbed my shoulders and started looking at me like she was inspecting a rare animal.“You look different.”“That’s not the nicest way to greet someone.”“No, I mean it in a good way. Like… mysterious d

JaxenBeing somewhere new means one thing; I'd have to start observing and planning my life again.This is actually a very interesting thing for me to do but the circumstances are nothing close to interesting. I had a notebook open on the table in front of me.This one was a bit different from other notebooks I'd seen. It was Hazel’s old one that she used for grocery lists and random ideas she never finished. Half the pages had things like buy milk, call mom, try yoga again (maybe) written on them.The other half was now mine.I was writing slowly, thinking about every word before I put it down.It wasn’t exactly a list. It was more like… a plan… Or the beginning of one.At the top of the page, I had written:Things I need to fix.Below it, I had already started checking off some boxes. Get to New York Stay with Hazel Change phone numberI stared at the next one for a moment.Change identityI tapped the pen lightly against the paper.It sounded simple when written down like that.