Todos os capítulos de I Want Her Bare, Always: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Charles I left the room faster than I should have.In case you think it was because Nathalie had done anything wrong, it wasn't.It was simply because I knew myself… and I knew that look she gave me when I told her to take the pills.It stayed in my head.I walked down the hallway, running a hand through my hair in frustration.“Damn it, Charles,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at myself.I knew better, I really did.Nathalie wasn’t one of my men.She wasn’t someone who answered to me.She wasn’t someone I could speak to like that.If I treated her like my submissive, like someone who had no choice but to obey, it would drag her right back into the trauma she was only just beginning to crawl out of.And that would be on me.I pushed open the door to my study and walked in.The quiet in the room helped a little.I walked straight to the desk and opened my laptop.The screen lit up, and I leaned back slightly in the chair as I waited for it to load.My mind shifted immedia

CharlesIt's been three hours since the procedure. I should've gotten a chair to sit on hours ago, but I don’t want to leave her alone until she opens her eyes. Besides, I'm too exhausted. It took me five hours to remove all the tissue. So here I am, sitting on the floor, waiting.Nathalie doesn't deserve any of these. If she was with me, she probably wouldn't have ever gone through this. It’s the first time in years, she’s made me think things over. I have never sat down this way, like an ordinary man thinking of all the ways to protect a woman. I wish I could take away all her pains so she wouldn't have to feel it anymore. Nathalie is so drugged up she won’t realize for a while I’ve removed the extra tissue that lined the exterior of her uterus. My eyes were falling from lack of sleep but I didn't care. After a night like that, I don't even think I'll be able to pretend everything is normal. Dr. Fernandez said Nathalie has a severe case of endometriosis. The ultrasound would've

Jaxen I sat across from the interviewer and tried not to stare too much at the glass wall behind him.New York looked different from up here.Busy, loud and fast.But the office itself was quiet… almost too quiet.The man sitting in front of me flipped another page in my file.My fake file.My fake life.Miley Pan.It still sounded strange in my head, but I kept my face calm.The man cleared his throat and leaned back slightly in his chair while adjusting his glasses.“Well,” he said slowly, studying the paper in front of him, “I have to admit, your qualifications are impressive.”I gave a small polite smile. “Thank you,” I said calmly.He tapped the paper again.“Graduated at twenty,” he said thoughtfully while reading. “Degree in psychology.”He looked up at me. “Not very common.”“I studied a lot,” I replied simply.He raised an eyebrow slightly. “That’s one way to say it.”He flipped another page.Then he read again, almost like he was trying to confirm something.I stayed quiet.

Jaxen The first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw him was not polite… not even close.“No fucking way,” I said, frowning hard as I stared at him. My voice came out sharp and a little louder than I expected, and I crossed my arms like that alone could make him disappear.Noah blinked once, then another time like he was making sure I was actually standing there. Then a slow grin spread across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly amused.“Well,” he said, tilting his head slightly and looking at me like he’d just stumbled into a joke he liked. “I’m surprised.”I narrowed my eyes at him.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, shaking my head slowly, still staring at him like he was a glitch in reality. “You again?.”“Me again,” he replied calmly, raising both hands a little like he was surrendering to the moment. His tone was light, almost playful. “I’m starting to think the universe is forcing this.”I scoffed loudly and looked away for a second before facing him ag

Jax The mall was louder than my head could handle. I instantly regretted coming here the moment we stepped in.The place was not just for someone like me.Bright lights. People everywhere. Music playing from different stores at the same time. Someone laughing too loudly somewhere behind us.I pressed my fingers lightly against my temple.“Remind me why I agreed to this,” I muttered while squinting slightly at a display in front of me.Hazel glanced at me and smiled like she had been waiting for that question.“Because,” she said cheerfully, picking up a dress and holding it against herself, “you needed a distraction.”I gave her a look.“This feels more like punishment than an actual distraction,” I said.Hazel laughed. “You’ll be fine,” she said, waving me off. “You just need to walk it off.”“Walk off a headache?” I asked.“Yes.”“That’s not how that works.”“It is today,” she replied confidently.I shook my head and looked around the store.Clothes everywhere.Too many options.To