Todos los capítulos de Craving the wrong Captain : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

AUTHOR’S POV.“Fuck! Fuck!’Footsteps splashed through the puddles as the three thugs fled the campus. They hopped a low chain-link fence, disappearing into the city streets.Leaving a bleeding girl in an alley was never part of the deal. Word spread fast. A janitor taking out the trash ten minutes later found Maya unconscious on the pavement. Soon, sirens were wailing through the night, and campus security locked down the quad. Group chats exploded with rumors, blurry photos, and frantic texts.Morning sunlight pierced the blinds of an off-campus apartment.Davies sat at his kitchen island. He wore gray sweatpants, his chest bare. A plate of scrambled eggs sat untouched on the granite counter. He stared at his laptop screen, reviewing footage of Dogfang's defensive line.His phone sat face down next to his coffee mug.He felt a massive knot of guilt sitting in his gut. Last night, his screen lit up at midnight. *Maya Calling.*Anger dictated his actions. She pushed him away. She war

MAYAThe impact was brutal. He let out a harsh, guttural groan, opening his lips to welcome the invasion. Our teeth clashed. My tongue swept into his mouth, tasting the mint and the dark, desperate heat.His good arm wrapped around my waist, hauling my body onto his lap. Straddling his thick thighs, my hands gripped the collar of his black shirt.He kissed me like a starving animal. He devoured my mouth, tilting his head to deepen the angle. His left hand mapped the curve of my spine, mindful of the bruises, but firm enough to possess every inch of my skin.Breaking the kiss, gasping for air, his lips trailed a wet path down my jawline. He bit the sensitive skin of my neck."Davies," a loud moan tore from my throat."Tell me if I hurt your ribs," he growled against my collarbone."I am fine. F*ck, do not stop."My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Yanking the fabric over his head, avoiding his bad shoulder, his bare chest lay exposed. His abdominal muscles flexed, rigid and c

MAYA"He needs to calm down," Maya muttered, leaning close to the glass.The second soon period started. Westbridge needed a spark.Just then, a Dogfang defenseman bobbled the puck near the red line. It was a tiny mistake. Davies pounced. His explosive speed returned. He stole the rubber disc and broke away from the pack. It was just him and the goalie. He faked a left turn, went right, and slipped the puck under the goalie's heavy pads.Goal. Two to one.Maya jumped out of her seat. "Yes!"The energy in the building shifted. Westbridge woke up. They played physical, punishing defense.Third period arrived. Time ticked down fast. Five minutes left on the clock.Dogfang panicked. They parked the bus. They stopped attacking and stacked five guys near their own net, defending the fragile lead. It was a cowardly strategy, but effective. Breaking through the crimson wall seemed impossible.Two minutes left.Davies won a brutal face-off in the corner. He passed to Julian. Julian passed it r

AUTHOR’S POV"I should apologize for my behavior down there."Maya broke the heavy silence. She stood near the thick glass door of the VIP suite. The energy in the room felt suffocating. The deafening cheers from the stadium below seemed muffled and distant behind the soundproof walls. Arthur Davies turned away from the observation window and gave her a smile. It was a terrifying, hollow expression."Nonsense, Maya," Arthur said. He smoothed his expensive silk tie. His eyes lacked any trace of human warmth. "Emotions run high during championships. We understand the spur of the moment. You supported our boy. That is what matters."He sounded too nice. The drastic shift raised every alarm bell in her head. A ruthless businessman did not forgive public humiliation. Eleanor gathered her designer coat from the velvet sofa."We will see you at the hotel, Jeremiah," Eleanor waved toward the glass, pretending her son could hear her. "You too, Clara. Safe travels."Arthur opened the suite door

DAVIES"Give it a rest, man," Davies muttered to himself, tossing his heavy keys onto the scratched wooden desk as he stepped into the empty silence of his dorm room.Closing the door behind him, he leaned his against the solid wood, letting a heavy sigh escape his chest while the chaotic events of the evening replayed in a relentless loop behind his eyes. He told his parents a flat-out lie at that private dinner, swearing up and down that nothing serious was going on with Maya, hoping the denial would shield her from his father’s toxic reach. If he actually listened to his parents and played the role of the good corporate soldier, he should have accepted Clara the very moment they introduced her. Getting to know the blonde heiress would have been the easy path, securing his future and keeping his family happy. He could have even slept with her when she stepped out of that hotel bathroom, standing there steaming and sexy in nothing but a thin white towel, offering herself on a silver