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Anne-Marie’s P.O.VI can tell he’s just as shocked as I am to see me here. But he makes the first move—slow and questioning—toward me, into the living room, blinking away his shock. I lower my finger from my lips and instinctively shut my jacket. His gaze follows my every move. My heart races out of control, threatening to break out of my chest as I hold his icy stare, my mind replaying the last time we saw each other at Jeffrey’s on Friday. That embarrassing moment. Unguardedly, the other memory from two years ago flashes in my head for a quick second, paralyzing me.“You are… here, too.” He says the words as if my presence exhausts him, working his jaw with a sigh. I swallow hard, clench my fists around my flannel jacket, unable to tear my gaze from his, even though I wish the ground would open up and consume me, or I could go back in time and not come here with Clinton.Wasn’t he supposed to be unavailable and unreachable?The distance between us is decent. But enclosed alone in t
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 76. The Party
Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“I’m a mom.” The words spill out of me before I can process them, my eyes falling to the ground for a minute. For some reason, my mind wanders to the fact that he actually saw my text that I had some time to spare on Sunday evening, but didn’t respond. I know I’m overthinking; I know he’s been sick, but… I press my lips together, lift my gaze to his again, and add: “If I could take more time off, I think I would, so I’d spend more time with her. I’m sorry an hour and thirty minutes was not enough for you.”“I didn’t–” He blinks, lowering the compress from his head. “What are you saying?”I just stare at him as Clinton’s discourteous words come back to taunt me.“What’s this about?”I shake my head, step back, and say, “Just get some rest. I’ll be outside,” I turn, strolling off.“Anne-Marie?”My feet halt a few steps from the door; I shut my eyes for a second, but I don’t look over my shoulder.“How was New Jersey?” “It was fine.”“Look at me. Come on. I’m a sick a
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 75. Getting Him In Bed
Anne-Marie’s P.O.VThere’s a doorway on the other side of the room that probably leads to a passage. My heart drums, syncing with his approaching footsteps as I count down in my head for him to reach me. I take a deep breath.“Clinton, is that you?” “No, it’s…”Marcus appears and stops. My eyes stretch as I freeze at the foyer’s threshold, my words withering on my tongue. Shock lights his brown eyes. He’s half-naked, wearing only loose black pants that cover his entire feet and start below his waist. He leans against an IV drip pole and holds a cool compress to his forehead.With a gasp, I tear my gaze from his body, swiftly turning my back to him and shutting my eyes. The heat of embarrassment creeps up my neck. I feel his stare behind me, poking my skin. A brief silence falls upon us, sending my heart racing and the heat to my face.“I need Lucky to oversee the procurement of our raw wafers and lithography equipment. I’ll manage the risk on my own end…” He punctures the silence.I
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 74. Strings Attached
Anne-Marie’s P.O.VMarcus has been sick since Friday, and I’m just finding out. Understandable, since we’re not ‘anything.’ But I thought… I thought… He could have texted. Maybe. We literally spoke on Friday. He could have told me. Or was he so sick or didn’t want to bother me? I don’t know. Clinton said he had a headache the whole of Friday. It got worse in the evening—intense migraines, a fever, stomach pain—and he’s been stuck in bed ever since.“His doctor already attended to him; there’s been some signs of improvement, but I need someone to keep him away from his laptop, so he gets enough rest as prescribed by his doctor . He’s addicted to working, and that’s what got him sick in the first place,” Clinton explained, pleading desperately that I come to his rescue, since he unfortunately can’t be there for his boss. His mother has an important surgery scheduled for a couple of hours this evening. His siblings are out of town; his father isn’t strong enough to be left alone at the
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 73. It’s Your Time To Shine!
Anne-Marie’s P.O.VIt’s a quiet Sunday afternoon at home. Yesterday wasn’t as quiet. Since I wasn’t allowed at work, I tried to get some sleep and extra study hours at home while Beatrice and Diana attended an event they tried to convince me to tag along to, but failed. My baby wanted to play—it’s rare to have that much free time with her—so that’s what I did. I played with her. I eventually got some rest and did some studying after she fell asleep while watching her favorite cartoon. I’ve called and texted Jeffrey my apologies for going off at him and a customer, but he hasn’t responded or answered any calls. I also emailed Miss Blake, thanking her for everything she gave my little girl, including the envelope of cash she hid inside a fancy black purse for me. It was an unexpected amount of money that I still can’t fathom why she’d give to me. I know I can’t return it. I’m just filled with too much gratitude, enough to wipe away the embarrassment I felt on Friday after catching thos
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 72. More Than Just My Face
Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“What are you looking at, counter girl?” She snarls, flashing me a haughty smirk as she rubs a hand on his chest. “Never seen a couple kiss in your life?”“Rissa?” He murmurs, looking at her.“What?”I drop my gaze, and my feet magically find momentum again, taking me toward them while my cheeks burn. I press my fingers into the bag. I feel their eyes burning impatient holes into me as if they’re eagerly waiting for me to be out of their faces so they can get back to what they were doing before I interrupted. Approaching the door, I flick my eyes at it and see I need help opening it, since my hands are full. But I’d rather choke with pride than—.The door is opened for me.I lift my eyes, and it’s him. I’m not breathing. Blue eyes hold my gaze only for a second before he drops them and gestures for me to go inside.“Girl, go in. We don’t have all day,” Rissa remarks with a bored sigh. I quickly go inside without saying a word, and don’t stop moving.“Not even a th
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