Todos los capítulos de BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Like nobody else was in the house. Like the forty drunk college kids yelling and dancing around them didn't even exist. Like the floor wasn't vibrating from heavy rap music and the air didn't smell like spilled vodka and cheap vape smoke. My chest didn't heave. I didn't gasp, or scream, or tear up like girls do in those stupid drama movies. There was no big dramatic wave of heartbreak crushing me. Instead, everything inside me just went flat and quiet... like somebody flipped a master circuit breaker in an empty house and turned all the lights off at once. Of course. Of course he was doing this. Of course I was the idiot who actually thought three days of soft smiles, late-night texts, and holding my wrist outside the library meant something to a guy like Carter. I was just the current distraction, the cute little side project until Britney decided to swing back around and claim her territory. "That lying, cheating, disgusting piece of trash," Allie snarled next to me. Her grip

I pushed past two guys arguing over fantasy football on the narrow landing and made a sharp right down the second-floor hallway. The door to the bedroom Carter had dragged Britney into... second one on the left... was shut tight. No sound coming from inside. Just a thin strip of yellow light spilling out from under the bottom wood panel onto the worn carpet. I didn't stop. I didn't linger or lean against the wall trying to listen like some pathetic girl in a high school drama, lol. I walked straight past it like it didn't even exist and ducked into the small guest bathroom at the end of the hall, twisting the brass lock until it clicked. The place smelled like artificial vanilla spray, cheap hairspray, and stale blueberry vape smoke. Somebody had left a crusty blue towel hanging over the shower curtain rod, and the mirror above the sink had water spots all over it. I leaned my palms against the edge of the sticky granite counter and stared at my face under the buzzing fluorescent

Allie POVClara didn't even bother taking off her shoes.She walked straight past her cluttered desk, kicked off her dirty white sneakers, and flopped face first onto her bed.She didn't cry... she didn't throw her heavy canvas bag at the wall or kick her trash can across the room like I would've done. She just lay there flat on her back, hands crossed over her stomach, staring straight up at the cracked plaster ceiling.It was 1:05 AM. The floor smelled like stale microwaved popcorn and bad laundry detergent."Clara," I said, unzipping my leather jacket and throwing it over my desk chair. "Say something. Literally anything. Tell me you want me to go slash his truck tires. I have a box cutter in my top drawer, I will walk back to his house right now.""I'm fine, Allie," she said.Her voice sounded dead. Like an automated subway recording."You're not fine," I grunted, sitting down hard on the edge of my own mattress. "He was holding her by the waist on the stairs, Clara. Britney was

The phone vibrating on my particle-board nightstand sounded like a drill hitting a raw nerve I blinked my eyes open slowly as the dorm room glowed in the ugly morning sunshine that peeked through the cheap blinds. My eyelashes felt stuck together thanks to the thick clump of mascara I forgot to wipe off the night before. My head pounded behind my brows, a dull throbbing pain. I looked at the screen to see it was 7:30. I pushed my arm out from under the blanket, and I shivered at the cold, stiff, air around me, then fumbled around on the cluttered desk until my fingers wrapped around the phone. The glowing glass burned my retinas in the dark room. Mom Calling. I swiped the green button and pressed the cold phone to my ear, clearing my raspy throat so I wouldn't sound dead on the phone. "Hey, Mom. Why are you calling so early? It's barely seven-thirty" There was no hello on the other end of the line. No inquiry about my week, or my morning classes, or anything normal a mot

"There's no way I'm leaving you locked in here by yourself," Allie said, tossing in a giant wad of drenched blue paper towels into the small trash can under the kitchen sink. She wipes her hands over the thighs of her jeans, and looks directly at me. "Plus you have that giant developmental psychology exam in two hours." I sat on the edge of my twin mattress, arms wrapped around my torso so tight it hurt my ribs. My cheekbones felt hot and tight from crying. "I can't go to class today, Allie. I just can't. I'm staying right here." "You have a B-minus in Vance's class, Clara," Allie snapped. "If you miss this mid-term exam and he won't let you make it up. He literally wrote that in the syllabus on day one. You skip this, your grade goes straight down the toilet." Before I had the chance to respond, Allie marched over to me, and grabbed both of my wrists. Her grip was tight as she pulled me up off the bed by the hip bones on my pelvis. My knees made a sound like they were cracked i