Break The Ice

Break The Ice

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Myles Astor has two dreams: to become wealthy and get his mother away from his monstrous stepfather. To do that, he has to at least become one of the star players on the school hockey team—a free pass to a bigger league. But when his position is taken by the school's bad boy and billionaire heir, Tristan Medici, Myles is devastated and vows to get it back. Until the one-night stand.

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First Mistake

My fingers dug into the edge of the table, knuckles white, as I leaned in. "All I ask is for a chance to prove myself, and you won’t fucking let me!" "Mind your language, Myles Astor," Coach Daniel snapped, his gaze flicking up briefly. The words were cold, indifferent. Like I was some kid throwing a tantrum. Outside the office, cheers roared from the party in full swing. Each burst of laughter and clinking glass grated against me, a reminder that while my life was falling apart, everyone else was having the time of theirs. They were celebrating *him*—Tristan Medici, the golden boy with the golden ticket, stepping right into my spot, *my fucking spot*, on the team. My chest tightened. I wasn’t breathing. "Please." My voice cracked, more fragile than I wanted it to be. I hated myself for it. I took a step closer to his desk, my hand resting on the edge for support. "At least let me play the next match." The next match meant everything. NHL scouts would be there, watching, eval

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62 Chapters
First Mistake
My fingers dug into the edge of the table, knuckles white, as I leaned in. "All I ask is for a chance to prove myself, and you won’t fucking let me!" "Mind your language, Myles Astor," Coach Daniel snapped, his gaze flicking up briefly. The words were cold, indifferent. Like I was some kid throwing a tantrum. Outside the office, cheers roared from the party in full swing. Each burst of laughter and clinking glass grated against me, a reminder that while my life was falling apart, everyone else was having the time of theirs. They were celebrating *him*—Tristan Medici, the golden boy with the golden ticket, stepping right into my spot, *my fucking spot*, on the team. My chest tightened. I wasn’t breathing. "Please." My voice cracked, more fragile than I wanted it to be. I hated myself for it. I took a step closer to his desk, my hand resting on the edge for support. "At least let me play the next match." The next match meant everything. NHL scouts would be there, watching, eval
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The Enemy
The shrill sound of my alarm clock wasn’t what jolted me awake. It was the yelling. My stepfather’s voice cutting through the walls. I stared up at the ceiling, straining to hear my mom’s voice fighting back, but it never came. It never will.. “If this was toast, the whole of America would be fucking dead!” His voice boomed again. I sighed, sitting up in bed. Pain shot from my hips and... lower down, a raw reminder of last night. It wasn't a dream. It happened. *“Changing the list?” The phone camera clicked. “You little devil.”* “Listen, it’s not what you think,” I had said, heart pounding. “Oh, I know *exactly* what I think.” His voice dripped with amusement. Shit. “But I’ll keep my mouth shut," he whispered, stepping closer, "if you fuck me." I shook my head, the memories flooding back with nauseating clarity. The worst part was I didn’t even know who he was. Yet, I had agreed. “Myles?” My mom’s voice, soft and hesitant, floated through the door. “You’re late for school
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The Brawl
“Yes, Myles, what’s the answer?”I blinked, yanked out of my trance by the teacher’s voice. The whole class turned toward me, eyes wide, some barely stifling laughter. I stood up, trying to shake the fog from my mind.“Sir… could you repeat the question?”“Repeat the question?” He raised an eyebrow. “Caught you smiling. Figured you knew the answer.”If only class made me smile that much. But no, my smile was all because of the little chat I had with Coach Daniel earlier."I had a nap and realized I wasn’t fair to you. There’s a way to get you back on the team, but it’ll cost you your dignity."That “dignity” translated into being the water boy during training, just so I could hold on to a sliver of a chance of rejoining the team. It was humiliating, but at least it was something.“Sir, I have no idea.”“The answer is ‘cell,’” a soft voice offered from behind. “The smallest unit of life.”Natalie. My brows furrowed as I turned to see her offering a small, sympathetic smile. I nodded in
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His Offer
I dropped my gaze to my still throbbing fingers, feeling Coach's eyes on my face. It was the day after the brawl at the rink, and I hadn't even fully entered the school gate before Coach's voice came over the speakers, demanding to see me in his office. "...We had a deal, Myles. What were you thinking?!" I had no clue, but I knew what I thought after it all happened: run! And I did—taking my bag and the strange money home after the biology teacher discovered no one else's was missing. Things to worry about just kept multiplying. Now Coach stood up straight. "All you had to do was lay low." "Which I did." "That wasn’t laying low, Myles." "He fucking came at me!" When Coach said nothing, I quickly toned down my voice. "I know you're trying to help, but goddammit, it gets hard when you're punched in the midsection." Coach sighed and sat down. "I understand." He gestured for me to sit down too, but I didn’t. "That’s why I said it’s going to be hard. George doesn’t want y
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Him
**TRISTAN** My phone buzzed. One new message. *"You're sick… Use that money to get your head checked."* And right below it: *"This person is not contactable."* I pinched the bridge of my nose, holding back a chuckle as the coach stood in front of me. There was something about the brown-haired rascal that amused me—something I hadn’t quite figured out yet. Maybe it was the way he overflowed with emotion. *"You hate emotions."* Maybe. But they suited him—better than those coffee-brown eyes or the slight athletic physique hidden beneath oversized hoodies. *"He hates you."* Why should I care? At first, all I felt was guilt. The morning after, when I placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched, I realized—his first time. And I hadn't even noticed. It was no coincidence he was the first I laid my eyes on when I walked into the school that evening. The brunette surrounded by friends and staring at the wall. Habits died hard, so once again, like the life I kept a secret from e
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Bad Decisions
**MYLES** I gripped the marble sink, glaring at my reflection. The image of his smug smile wouldn’t leave my head. He’d looked at me like I was some kind of snack. *Snack?* Was that the best I could come up with? Christ, Myles. What the hell have you done? I staggered back until I hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. Never in a million years would I have guessed he was the one. Now that I knew—and had a clue where the money came from—there was only one option left: leave the country. I clutched my hair, frustration boiling inside. But that wasn’t possible. The next choice? Return the money and tell the bastard to back off. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to face him yet. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts, followed by my mum’s voice. “Myles, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting strange.” I raised my head, catching my pale reflection again. “Yeah... I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back, the words sounding distant even to me. There was a long silence b
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The Night Before The Morning
Was I really doing this? I stared at the entrance wide-eyed, hoping it stayed this quiet, stayed this still while I deciphered my thoughts. That was too much to ask. "Hey!" Diego yelled from where he was pressed to his stomach by the men on top of him. "That's you fucking daydreaming again?" One of the men palmed him hard against the back of his head. "Can you just shut the fuck up for once in your life?" Their words were like echoes, shadows. Ones I wished would just cease existing. The old man slowly limped up to me while I struggled with my thoughts, and I wasn’t aware until he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Myles, I hate to tell you this, but stalling won’t help you people." "I'm serious," I insisted, then swallowed when he raised a brow at me. "Wait here," I announced, sprinting back into the room. Hurling the bed up was quick, but at the first sight of the money, I froze again, desperately dragging my hands through my hair. One feel of that money, and I'd have a le
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End of peace of mind.
**TRISTAN***"Seduce me, Myles."*I didn’t have to do this, but seeing him blush and lost for words was better than listening to him tell me how much he wanted me dead. The ache in my head throbbed, but I didn’t mind it, watching him attempt to drop his bag, then stop.I clenched my teeth against the chuckle threatening to escape. What was wrong with me? I thought, letting my eyes quickly flick to the window. Inexperience grated on my nerves, not make me laugh.It seemed I had only two emotions for Myles—annoyance and amusement."Or you can just ask me what to do," I muttered, turning to look at him again, finding his fingers hooked at the edge of his shirt. "But that would mean you pay me for lessons.""Just shut up, Medici," he whispered under his breath.I made a mental note to punish him for that. But he was back to being embarrassed, looking around the room for something. I waited. "Are these walls soundproofed?"They were, but seeing him flustered was a sight to enjoy, so I wh
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Blacklist Devil
**MYLES**I can hear his phone buzzing continuously and the crinkle of a wrapper, but I don’t want to look, even as I feel him position himself behind me. I’m scared he’ll see what he hears, and that smug smile will be back. But now, I’m ready for whatever comes, determined to withhold from him the satisfaction of tearing me apart.His hands run down my back, and I swallow, shutting my eyes but still feeling my walls shake. Then he presses against me, making sure I feel everything as he pushes in. My body stiffens, and he pauses as if giving me time to adjust. My cheeks burn—I’d feel better about myself if he’d just ram it in, so I could finally go home.“I’m going in,” he says. It’s not a question; it’s a declaration. I grip the sheets, and a few seconds later, he continues to slide in, his touch firm on my back.My toes curl, my lids shoot open, and my vision blurs. My knuckles go white as I wait for him to be fully in, but the bastard… by the time he’s fully inside, I feel weighted
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When It All Came Crashing.
I zipped up my black hoodie, slung my crossbody bag, and was about to slip out the door when her voice filled the room. "Cariño... ¿podemos hablar?" ,(Sweetheart... can we talk?)My heart dropped. Shit! In the chaos, I’d forgotten about Mum and the explanation she’d demand about the money. Couldn’t I just come up with something? But I’d always been a terrible liar, and hadn’t tested that flaw in years. Until now.I turned before she sensed my reluctance. Could I get away with “I’m late for school”? She stepped into the room, exhaustion darkening the circles under her eyes. "You weren’t home Saturday night, Myles.” Her tone was casual, but I heard the weight behind it. “I sat by the window in the living room waiting for you to come home, almost called the police because you…you don’t do that.”The clock ticked loudly, and I felt my heart pound as guilt crawled up my throat, shattering the wall I’d forced around it.“That shouldn’t worry me, right?” She laughed lightly, trying to ease
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