All Chapters of I Want Her Bare, Always: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Charles I stepped into the room, my shoes soft against the polished floor, and froze for a moment at the sight of her. Nathalie was sitting near the window, the late afternoon light hitting her hair just enough to make it glow faintly. Her posture was rigid, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and the tension in her shoulders was something I felt in my chest before she even spoke.“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice low, almost cautious.She looked at me, and for a second, there was a flash of something unreadable in her eyes. “I… overheard your conversation on the phone,” she said quietly, her voice steady but firm. “And I don’t need your help. I’m not crazy, Charles.”I shook my head slowly, taking a careful step toward her. “I never said that,” I replied, my tone soft, coaxing. “I’m not saying you’re crazy. I’m saying… I’m trying to help. That’s all.”She shook her head, almost impatiently. “You don’t get it. I don’t need help.” Her voice had an edge now, sharper than before. “I jus

Jax Hazel stared at me like I just committed a criminal act. Not a small one— her brows were raised like I stolestole from a shopping mall and appeared with the same outfit.I swallowed, waiting for her to say something but all she did was gaze at me up and down. Her eyes followed my every move. She was quiet and something about the way she was calm was enough to make me feel uncomfortable."What?" I asked her. Without waiting for her to say a word, I turned to the full-length mirror and tilted a little to the side. I was taking a good look at myself.My nice fitted sweatpants. my oversized T shirt. My hair is a messy twist, comfortable and just simple. Hazel glanced at me and shook her head a couple of times. "It's a no Jaxen. it's definitely a no."“A no???” I repeated.She nodded, keeping her fake smile. “You heard me right.”“Don't tell me I don't look good in this outfit. The sweats are—”“Too comfortable for a date,” she told me. She raised both hands to the air like they’d

JaxMaybe I was beginning to overthink everything but the happiness and euphoria died down almost five hours later. Why haven’t they sent the email? Did they suddenly think I was unworthy? Or maybe they found out I was lying about everything?I remained on the couch, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.Actually, it didn’t.Hazel was somewhere behind me, moving things around in the kitchen, humming like she didn’t have a care in the world.I groaned softly and turned to the side.“This is pointless,” I muttered to myself, dragging my hand over my face.I hadn’t heard anything from the company.No call.No email.No nothing.Which, in my experience, usually meant one thing.Rejection.I closed my eyes for a second.Then…Ping.I froze.My eyes snapped open.“Ugh,” I groaned louder this time, pressing my face into the couch cushion. “That’s definitely another rejection.”Hazel’s voice came from the kitchen.“What is?” she asked casually.“My life,” I replied dramatically.Hazel

Jax I hadn’t even sat down yet, and already my nerves were doing that thing…tight, restless, like something was about to go wrong.Naturally, I should be used to this feeling.I always felt this whenever I made a big change, one that affected me deeply.New York still didn’t feel real. The noise, the rush, the constant movement, it was the exact opposite of everything I’d left behind. Maybe that was the point.Maybe if everything around me was loud enough, I wouldn’t hear Charles in my head.Or feel him.I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and stood just outside the office I’d been told would be mine. Mine.That word still felt strange. Fake, even. Like the name on the file they’d given me.Miley Pan.I swallowed hard at the thought. If I said it too many times, maybe I’d forget who I really was.“Jax…”I flinched.Then I immediately corrected myself.Miley.“....I told you! I told you you’d get the job!”Before I could react, arms wrapped tightly around me. Warm, enthusia

Charles The club has been stressing me more lately. Although Harren still stays in charge of the affairs, there’s always an issue for Brad to fix. This time, Viktor has proposed to open a second branch. Things like this catch me off guard and annoy me. One hour later, I drove straight to the empty Casio off 5th Avenue.A quick glance at the front desk tells me that Viktor really wants to do this. This place is already functioning and not even looking like an idea still in the first stage. Viktor texted me that he’s going to be here, so I turned to one of his men. “Is he in there?” I jerked my head towards the music.“Not yet,” he answered. “He’s on his way.”I scoffed. “What happened to the former owners of this place?” I asked him. Jail is Viktor’s right hand man and the one person who can answer these questions.“Sir-”“Answer the damn question,” I told him. “Lock the front doors.”He did just as I ordered and then stood in front of me. “He should know better than just informin