All Chapters of I Want Her Bare, Always: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jaxen I remained standing where I was for several seconds, my hand still hovering close to the door handle as Viktor's words replayed in my head.“It's too late,” Viktor’s voice echoed.Too late for what exactly?Too late to leave?Too late to realize that following Damiano to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere had probably been one of the stupidest decisions I had ever made?Or too late because these people genuinely planned on holding me hostage until I agreed to participate in whatever nonsense they had prepared for me?Slowly turning back around, I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at Viktor, who somehow looked entirely too comfortable for someone who had just casually threatened another human being."Repeat what you just said," I demanded, tapping my foot impatiently against the concrete floor.Viktor studied me for a moment, and then amusement slowly spread across his face before he slipped both hands into his coat pockets."It was a joke," he said lightly,

Jax I was still glaring at Viktor as though my eyes alone could set him on fire when Damiano stepped between us and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He looked like a man trying to diffuse a bomb, which was funny considering he had personally driven me to the bomb in the first place."Don't look at me like that," he said, letting out a small breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "You make it seem like I kidnapped you.""You practically did," I replied immediately, folding my arms tightly across my chest. "I asked you to take me home, Damiano. Home. Not to some dusty warehouse where a billionaire suddenly develops feelings and starts confessing them like he's in a romantic comedy."Damiano snorted and briefly looked away. "To be fair, I didn't know he'd say that.""Really?""Really.""You expect me to believe that?""No.""Good."The corner of his mouth twitched upward, but his expression softened moments later as he glanced toward Viktor and then looked back at me."Ju

Jax The room became painfully quiet after Viktor's last words, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I couldn't think of a sarcastic response. My mind kept circling the same questions without finding a single answer. Siblings? Biological parents? More secrets Charles didn't know? It all sounded too ridiculous to believe, yet something about the confidence in Viktor's voice made it difficult to dismiss everything as another manipulation.I folded my arms tightly across my chest and began pacing the room again, hoping the movement would somehow untangle the mess inside my head. Instead, it only made the silence louder, and Viktor didn't interrupt me once. He simply watched, almost as though he understood that I was fighting with myself more than I was fighting with him.Just as I was about to demand that he either prove everything he had said or stop wasting my time, the heavy warehouse door opened. A man dressed in a black suit walked inside carrying a weathered brown pack

JaxenWalking into the restaurant almost felt unreal. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I wasn't surrounded by armed guards, abandoned warehouses, secret hideouts, or people speaking in riddles about my past. Instead, there was soft music playing through hidden speakers, the smell of fresh coffee mixed with baked bread, and ordinary people having ordinary conversations. I had forgotten what normal looked like. It felt strange... almost foreign. I stood by the entrance for a second, scanning the room until I spotted Hazel waving both hands at me from a table near the window. The moment our eyes met, the huge grin on her face made me smile despite everything weighing on my shoulders.The second I reached the table, Hazel stood up and wrapped both arms around me so tightly I almost lost my balance. She made it look like I had previously been declared brain dead, and only just made a miraculous recovery. She held onto me for several seconds before finally pulling away, thoug

Jaxen Hazel had barely finished washing her cup when she picked up her handbag from the kitchen counter and jingled her car keys between her fingers. The apartment had been unusually peaceful that morning, and for the first time in weeks, I had managed to sleep without waking up every hour expecting someone to kick down the door. As she headed toward the entrance, I followed a few steps behind, slipping on my jacket before she could ask what I was doing. She reached for the doorknob, then paused and looked back at me with a puzzled smile."Don't tell me you're coming with me.""I am.""Where exactly are we going?," she said, narrowing her eyes.I shrugged casually. "The same place you're going... at least for part of the journey."Hazel folded her arms, leaning against the door before studying me carefully. "Jax.""What?""You're smiling.""So?""You only smile like that when you're planning something."I gasped dramatically. "That is a horrible accusation.""It isn't.""It hurts my