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Chapter 42: Olive's POV
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His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 42: Olive's POV
Chapter 42: Olive's POV"What?"I was still standing in the hallway, phone pressed to my ear, the world tilting sideways."You need to come here, Olive." Annie's voice was tight, urgent. "He really needs to see you.""How bad is it?" My hands were shaking. Actually shaking."I can't really explain over the phone. Just... please come."The line went dead."What's going on?" Brenda grabbed my arm, eyes wide with concern.I stared at her, trying to hold it together, but the worry must have been written all over my face because her expression shifted from curious to alarmed."Walter had an accident. Annie said it's serious. I need to go. Now." I was already gathering my things, shoving papers into my bag. "Please, can you cover for me? Tell them I had an emergency—""Girl, go." Brenda pushed me toward the elevator. "Don't even think twice. Go see your dad."I hugged her—quick, grateful—and ran.********The house looked exactly how I remembered it.Mid-sized mansion with pristine landscap
His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 41: OLIVE's POV
Chapter 41: OLIVE's POV"Stock's been climbing like crazy and I don't know, this whole board meeting thing involves us somehow."Brenda was speed-walking down the hallway, iPad bouncing against her chest, heels clicking against the polished floor. I followed behind, trying to match her pace while my brain felt like it was moving through fog."Maybe Grayson doesn't want to admit that my relationship is bringing in investors," I muttered. "And since he won't even look at me now, I'm guessing he's setting me up for something."Brenda stopped so suddenly I almost crashed into her back."Okay, yes, I get why you're stressed about the meeting." She turned to face me, eyes narrowing. "But what I don't get is why you're wearing a scarf…around your neck. It's not cold. You never wear scarves."Shit."Can't a girl catch a cold?" I tried to move past her but she grabbed my arm."Olive—""We're going to be late," I said, pulling away and practically jogging toward the conference room."Fine, but
His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 40: Olive’s POV
Chapter 40: Olive’s POV"Here." He pulled out an envelope, then dropped it. Let it flutter to the floor between us like trash. "Your invitation."Then he moved.So fast I didn't have time to process it. His hand was around my throat—not tight enough to cut off air completely, but tight enough. Cole tight. The kind of grip that said I could squeeze harder if I wanted to."And don't you fucking dare," he hissed, face inches from mine, "try to play games with me. Don't bring Zane Mercer to my party on your arm like you've won something. I want you there dressed like the pathetic nobody you are. You understand me?"My eyes started watering. Not from lack of air. From memory.This wasn't new. Cole had always been like this—hands that gripped too hard, words that cut too deep, and a temper that flared when things didn't go his way. I'd told myself it was passion. That he cared too much. That I was overreacting. That this was what love looked like when it was real and intense and all-consumi
His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 39: Olive's POV
Chapter 39: Olive's POVZane got me the apartment in less than twenty-four hours.I still didn't know how he'd pulled it off—called in favors, threw money around, threatened someone, probably all three—but here I was. Standing in my first real apartment. My space. My name on the lease.The cleaning crew had left two hours ago and the place still smelled like soap fragrance and some fancy new carpet. I walked through the rooms again, running my fingers along the kitchen counter, the windowsill, the doorframe. Mine. All of it.My mother wasn't happy. She'd called three times today, voice tight with that particular blend of disappointment and worry only mothers could master. "Just apologize to Grayson," she kept saying. "Work this out. Come home."But I couldn't.Grayson had made it clear: break up with Zane, or don't come back. And even though this thing with Zane had an expiration date, even though I knew it wasn't real, I wouldn't let my stepfather's hatred decide my future.My phone
His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 38: Olive’s POV
Chapter 38: Olive’s POV The car was silent.He started the engine and pulled into traffic, and neither of us said anything. The tension was thick enough for me to choke on it. I kept my eyes on the road, on the buildings passing by, anywhere but him.But I could feel him. Could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, those fingers that had been inside me—Stop. Stop thinking about that."What are you thinking about, Muffin?" His voice cut through the silence. "Penny for your thoughts?"My eyes betrayed me, flicking to his arms. They looked impossibly large gripping the wheel, muscles flexing with every turn. Those hands. Those fingers."Muffin." His tone shifted, concerned. "You good? Want me to pull over?""No!" I said too quickly, heat flooding my cheeks. "I'm fine. I just—" I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. "What are you doing in Seattle?"I knew what Ryan had said, but I needed to hear it from him.He glanced at me, something
His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 37: Olive's POV
Chapter 37: Olive's POVIt didn't take long.A sleek black matte car pulled up outside the café, and my stomach dropped so fast I thought I might be sick.That car. I knew that car."Wasn't that the same car we—" I whispered to myself, the memory slamming into me. His hands on my thighs, my back against the leather, the way he'd—My phone buzzed.Zane: Don't even think about leaving, Muffin. Stay right where you are.My heart kicked against my ribs. I looked up through the window, saw him still sitting in the driver's seat, phone in hand, watching me.He knew. Of course he knew.I typed back quickly: Not here. Too many people.Zane: Good.Good? What the hell did he mean good?The door chimed.And Zane Mercer walked in.The entire café went silent.He was dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that fit him like it was designed specifically to ruin lives, the fabric stretched across his chest and arms in ways that should be illegal. His tattoos were on full display—the lion that star
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