All Chapters of On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Grayson.“What were you doing with Gray’s baby sister?” Brandon asks Isaac as we drive to the house. I hold back a groan at the term ‘baby sister’. I've let Brandon know a thousand times that brat isn't my anything, but the asshole never listens.Isaac, in the driver’s seat, stays quiet. Typical. Mysterious. Like he doesn’t know how shady that makes him look.I’m riding shotgun, staring out the window like if I focus hard enough, I’ll forget my a**hole of a dad is marrying Sunshine’s Barbie-faced mother tomorrow. And tonight, we’re being dragged to some overpriced, overdecorated pre-wedding circus pretending to be a dinner.Brandon leans in, his face poking between the seats. “Did you ditch school and sleep with her?”Isaac and I groan in perfect sync.At this point, Brandon’s not even curious—he’s just trying to get a rise out of me. Trying to shift my focus off the fact Raelynn slapped me across the face like I deserved it or something.Okay. Maybe I did deserve it. I was being a dc

Grayson.My head is pounding, like someone shoved a door in my skull and now some idiot’s punching it from the inside.I can barely even here what the priest says. I’m pretty sure the sunlight coming through the glass windows has something against me. it’s offensive. Too bright.The last thing I remember from last light is a fist colliding with my face and my head being shoved into a bowl of ice water. Edward’s way of ‘sobering me up.’Now I’m standing here in a damn gold suit like some disco ball version of a dutiful son, part of a fairytale wedding that feels more like a funeral for my sanity. Everyone's smiling, clapping, pretending this isn’t a performance staged by the devil himself.Groomsman duty. What a f*cking joke.Isa’s on the bridesmaid side, in a maroon dress. I can practically feel her glaring at me like her stare alone can knock some sense into me.I glance at her. She mouths. “You’re a f*cking idiot.” I look away when I see the concern in her eyes.I don’t deserve it.

Grayson.The gym is louder than usual. The guys are scattered around the rink, sweaty and exhausted. We’ve been stuck in here for the past two hours training, pushing ourselves harder than we have all year.Our bodies suck (I don’t know like tired or worn out) but the adrenaline pumping through our veins doesn’t let us realize that. Everyone’s hyped up for the upcoming championship season. We all know what's expected of us. Five times winners, Kings of the ice and we’re definitely not about to give up that title.Coach Whit’s voice cuts through the air, deep and commanding. “All right, boys! Gather around!”Along with the rest of the team, I skate off the ice, adjusting my gloves and shaking the ice off my boots. Usually we wouldn’t be this tensed, don’t get me wrong we’d be determined to win like always but this time feels different.We’re going to face the silver wolf warriors, stupid name by the way. Not a new team, we’ve kicked their asses a thousand times before. But suddenly the

Raelynn.I stay frozen against the door, the towel clutched so tight around me my knuckles ache. My body won't stop trembling. Not from fear or anything like that. Maybe a bit of anger but it’s mostly because of him.Because my mind won't stop playing the way his eyes ran up and down my body.‘Get it together, Raelynn. You hate this guy.’I do, so much when I saw his bruised face, I felt a bit of relieve. At least someone beat up his annoying ass.But the memory of his eyes, dark, hungry, shameless, wouldn’t leave. It stuck to me, sticky and hot, clinging to my ribs.Worse was the dampness between my thighs that has nothing to do with the damn shower.I curse under my breath and push away from the door, stalking toward my dresser to yank out clothes. I need to cover up. I need space. I need to stop thinking about—‘His hand sliding around my waist that night at the party. The rough way he pressed my back against his chest. The heat of his breath brushing my ear as he growled something

Raelynn.I stare at Yara waiting, demanding with my eyes, for her to say something, anything. I’m gripping the letter so tight it crumples slightly in my hands.“I found it,” she finally says, knitting her brows together like I’m acting crazy and maybe I am but that’s the least of my worries. “Near the girl’s restroom, just lying there on the floor.”“The girl’s restroom?” I echo in disbelief, my eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?”Yara roll her eyes, exasperatedly. “Of course, I’m sure Rae.” She gestures with her hands. “I was gonna toss it but then I saw your name on it.”“What? What do you mean my name?”“What else would I mean by your name,” she sounds concerned and a bit frustrated. “There’s literally Raelynn written on it.”That can't be true. I turn over the envelope and she’s right. it seems ‘Sarah’ was scribbled out and now it says, “To Raelynn, instead.”But why? Who would change it?I rip the envelope open and search for the date at the top right where the sender always puts th