Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 42 Before I could even grasp how on earth I forgot my cheap bra in my crush's apartment on my very first night there, Chloe had to ruin my life. Chloe, the girl who lived down the hall, the absolute drama queen of the whole building who also happened to take the exact same courses as me, was literally walking past my room at that exact second. She saw everything. She saw Justin standing in the doorway holding up my black lace bra like a trophy, and her eyes went huge. Before I could even open my mouth, she whipped out her phone, angled it right toward us, and took a picture of the whole event. The camera shutter clicked loud in the hallway. I lunged forward, grabbed Justin by the sleeve of his shirt, and dragged him inside our room while slamming the door shut with my foot. The lock snapped into place with a heavy click. “What are you doing here?” I hissed, turning on him, my chest heaving like I had just run a marathon. Justin standing in my dorm room looked completely

I practically sprinted down the concrete steps of the dorm building, clutching my handbag so tight to my ribs I could feel the hard wire of Justin’s cheap bra digging right into my side through the leather. Outside, Carter’s massive black truck was idling by the curb like a idling tank, rumbling so loud it was vibrating the gravel underneath my cheap flats. I grabbed the handle, hauled myself up into the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut behind me. "Finally," Carter muttered, not even looking at me as he shifted into drive and peeled away from the curb. "My dad’s already at the steakhouse. If we’re late, he’s gonna start talking about how I lack basic discipline before we even order drinks." "Sorry," I breathed out, leaning back against the leather seat and trying to get my heart rate under control. "I was... fixing my dress." Carter flicked his eyes over to me at the red light. He stopped. His eyes slowly dragged down the dark blue silk Chloe had lent me, then slid right

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Carter said, keeping his voice dead low, though his jaw was so tight I thought his teeth might crack. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Viktor shot right back. He didn't even yell. He just leaned in, using that creepy, quiet authority that probably made his board members wet their pants. “You come in here with your little actress of a girlfriend and try to talk down my attitude in front of my friends and business partners?” My face burned. Actress of a girlfriend. Ouch. I mean, he wasn't wrong about the fake part, but hearing it tossed out like trash made my stomach do a nasty flip. Justin, who had been standing on the edge of the stage just watching the whole circus with a stupid smirk, decided that was his cue to jump in. He rested a hand on the mic stand, tossing his dark hair back. “Mr. Graham,” Justin drawled, his voice echoing through the speaker setup. “This right here is a family drama I don’t think anyone in this room is

The second Professor Watkins dismissed us, I grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the lecture hall. I didn't even bother zipping my backpack all the way. I just wanted to get out of there before someone stopped me to ask what had happened. My heart was still pounding in my throat, and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep hold of my bag strap. Standing up to Chloe in front of everyone had felt really good for about two seconds. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, though, I was starting to panic. My stomach felt like it had dropped somewhere down to my feet, and all I could think about was that picture still sitting on Chloe's phone. Chloe was pissed. She wasn’t the type to just take an embarrassing moment like that and move on. She was going to try to ruin me, and she had the exact photo to do it sitting right on her phone. I walked out of the building and into the cold air, wrapping my arms around myself as I headed down the pavement. I pulled my phone ou

I froze in the doorway, my stomach instantly dropping through the floor. Chloe was sitting back in the chair with her legs crossed, holding her phone across the desk. Professor Helen was leaning forward, her reading glasses sitting right on the tip of her nose as she stared down at the screen with this massive, terrifying frown. And right there, plain as day, was the picture of Justin standing outside my dorm room holding my lace bra up like a trophy. Chloe turned her head, giving me this slow, nasty smirk that made me want to jump across the desk and slap it off her face. “Oh, look,” Chloe said, her voice dripping with that fake sweet tone. “She's here now, Professor.” I didn't back down. Not this time. My chest felt like it was gonna burst and my hands were shaking, but I squared my shoulders and stepped right into the office. “Professor Helen,” I said, not even looking at Chloe. “Before you say anything, you need to know what’s actually happening here. Chloe’s blackmailing me