Chapter 106: Chapter 106; I am fucked!
Ragnar’s POV
A small, hopeful smile played on my lips as I carried the tray of freshly prepared food down the hallway. I stopped right outside Boca’s door, taking a quick breath to steady the sudden, nervous fluttering in my chest before I knocked.
"Come in," Boca’s voice grunted from inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the room, holding the tray out slightly. The moment Boca looked up and saw me, his eyebrows knitted together in immediate suspicion. "Why are you here, Ragnar?"
My smile widened just a fraction, my tone completely genuine. "I brought you some dinner."
Boca stared at the food, then back up at me, looking entirely perplexed. "Why would you do that?"
"I just wanted to thank you properly for saving my life earlier," I explained softly, setting the tray down on his nightstand. "Honestly, Boca... if it wasn’t for you, I would probably be completely dead by now."
Boca shrugged his broad shoulders, waving his hand dismissively. "It was nothing, man. Don’t worry about it."
"Just eat the food, okay?" I pushed gently.
Boca looked at the steaming plate and sighed, nodding his head. "Alright. Drop it there and I will—"
Before he could even finish his sentence, his phone violently buzzed on the bed. He picked it up, pressing it to his ear, and within a single second, a massive, genuinely excited smile broke across his face.
"Yeah, babe," Boca chuckled into the receiver, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly tone that made my stomach twist. "I will be over there in just a few minutes. And trust me, this time... I am going to fuck you like crazy."
The second those raw, explicit words left his mouth, the smile on my face vanished entirely.
A sharp, agonizing sting hit me right in the center of my chest, so intense it physically took my breath away. I stood frozen by the nightstand, my fingers tightly gripping the edge of the wood as I watched him completely light up over whoever was on the other end of that line.
Boca hung up the phone, tossing it back onto the mattress with a satisfied smirk.
I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat, trying to force my voice to sound casual. "Who... who was that?"
Boca let out a dark chuckle, stretching his arms over his head. "Just some really big-breasted chick I’ve been seeing. I’ve been wanting to rail her all week."
The sting in my chest twisted into a dull, heavy ache. "Where are you meeting her?"
"She’s going to be at the downtown club tonight, so we’re meeting up there," Boca replied, already grabbing his leather jacket off the back of the chair and sliding it over his broad shoulders.
An impulsive, desperate thought flared through my mind. I couldn’t stop myself from speaking before I could think it through. "Can I come with you?"
Boca stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to give me a thoroughly confused, heavily questioning look.
"Come on, man," I insisted quickly, forced a playful, easygoing shrug to hide the desperation clawing at my throat. "I would really love to come out tonight. Who knows, I might actually see a guy there for myself too. I mean... it has been a really long time since I got fucked."
Boca stared at me for a beat, analyzing my expression, before he finally let out a loose laugh. "Alright then. Let’s go."
But the exact moment the two of us stepped out of the residential wing and onto the main compound floor, Daniel’s loud, mocking voice echoed across the room. "Well, well, well. Where are the two boyfriends heading off to in such a rush?"
The rest of the rogues immediately burst into a loud, unified roar of laughter, pointing and shaking their heads.
Boca didn’t even slow his pace. "None of your goddamn business," he barked coldly, marching straight past them toward the exit.
I lagged a step behind him, turning my head back toward the laughing crowd and aggressively flashing them both of my middle fingers before shoving the doors open and stepping out into the night air.
In no time at all, we arrived at the high-end downtown club. The moment we walked through the entrance, the heavy bass of the electronic music blasted so loud it practically vibrated through my bones, the strobe lights cutting aggressively through the dark, crowded space.
Suddenly, Boca’s large, calloused hand wrapped firmly around mine, anchoring me to his side as he began aggressively pushing his way through the sea of dancing bodies.
My heart gave a violent, frantic flutter at the sudden contact, a rush of heat flooding my veins as I blindly followed behind him, my eyes locked onto the back of his neck.
We reached the VIP lounge area, and a striking woman immediately caught sight of us, a massive grin breaking across her face.
"Hey, Nora," Boca deep voice boomed over the music.
Without a single second of hesitation, Boca leaned down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss right on the lips.
I flinched as if I’d been struck, immediately ripping my gaze away and staring blindly at the flashing lights across the room. My chest felt so incredibly tight I could barely draw oxygen into my lungs.
Boca broke the kiss, turning his head back to look at me over his shoulder. "Enjoy the party, Ragnar! I’ll be back later," he shouted over the noise.
And with that, he gripped Nora’s waist and let her lead him away into the darker corridors of the club.
My features instantly twisted into a heavy, bitter frown. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles popped, a wave of pure self-loathing washing over me. What the fuck am I doing? I screamed at myself internally. Am I seriously falling for a completely straight man? How pathetic can I get?
Needing to numb the pain, I stormed over to the bar and slammed my body into a stool. There was a fresh, full glass of whiskey sitting on the counter right in front of me, and I grabbed it without asking, downing the amber liquid in one burning gulp.
"You seem incredibly sad."
A smooth, heavily laced voice cut through my brooding thoughts. I snapped my head up to see a very attractive, dark-haired man sliding onto the stool next to mine, a slow, predatory smirk playing on his lips.
The man leaned in closer, his eyes scanning down my chest. "You know... I can easily fix that problem for you."
We stared at each other, the tension between us instantly intensifying under the flashing neon lights. I desperately needed a distraction. I needed to wipe Boca’s voice and Boca’s touch completely out of my system.
Within minutes, the two of us ended up in one of the private, dark rooms in the back hallway of the club.
The moment the door slammed shut, I lunged forward and captured his lips. I kissed him with an absolute, clawing desperation, pouring all of my frustration and heartache into the contact. The man didn’t hesitate—he matched my frantic pace perfectly. He aggressively reached down and began ripping my shirt open, and I did the exact same for him, the fabric tearing as we tumbled backward onto the low bed in the corner.
He pinned me to the mattress, his hot breaths fanning over my neck as his hands slid down to open my trousers. He positioned himself between my thighs, ready to fully plunge in and fuck me.
But the exact second I closed my eyes, Boca’s face violently flashed in my mind. Boca’s deep voice, Boca’s smirk, the way Boca had looked when he saved my life—it completely consumed me.
"Wait—stop!" I gasped out suddenly.
Before the man could react, I braced my palms against his bare chest and violently shoved him entirely off of me, scrambling backward against the headboard.
The man stumbled back, his features twisting into pure, annoyed confusion. "What the hell, man?!"
"I can’t... I isn’t interested anymore," I panted heavily, rubbing a hand over my face as my chest heaved.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" he snapped, throwing his hands up in absolute disbelief. "We were literally just about to do it!"
"No sex," I muttered flatly, my voice completely dead as I pulled my torn shirt back over my shoulders. "You need to leave. Just leave the room."
"Fuck you," the man spat bitterly, grabbing his clothes off the floor and storming out of the private room, slamming the door hard behind him.
Left entirely alone in the quiet dark, I pushed my messy hair back with both hands, letting out a ragged, miserable breath. Boca is out there right now, I thought, the reality crashing down on me like a tidal wave. He is probably actively fucking some girl right this second.
The thought was completely unbearable. I couldn’t just sit here.
I scrambled off the bed, straightened my clothes, and marched out of the room. I began moving down the dim, labyrinth-like hallway of the club’s private section, desperate to know exactly where Boca had gone with that girl.
As I pushed deeper into the corridor, the heavy bass of the club began to fade, replaced by a much different sound.
Loud, uninhibited, echoing moans began to vibrate through the walls.
My wolf immediately caught the scent. It was Boca’s distinct, heavy alpha scent, completely mixed with the sweet fragrance of the woman. My heart felt instantly heavy inside my chest, pressing down on my lungs like a crushing, suffocating weight.
I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the dark hallway, staring at the closed door ahead of me as the wet, frantic sounds of his passion echoed in my ears.
"This is so fucked up," I whispered aloud to the empty hallway, a solitary, bitter tear cutting down my cheek. "I am so completely fucked up."
