All Chapters of Skating on thin hearts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

“What are you doing here, Sophia?” James asked, fumbling with his shirt cuff, his tone clipped, though his jaw was tight with annoyance.Sophia leaned against the wall with an easy smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’m pretty sure you should be asking yourself that question, baby brother.”James straightened, irritation flickering across his face. “I’m on a date, Sophia. Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d very much like to return to it.” He moved to step past her, but she slid smoothly into his path, blocking him.“Cut the crap, James,” she said sharply, her voice laced with steel. “We both know you don’t like Lila. And I know for a fact you weren’t in that room with her, because I just came from the course, and she’s still there. So…” she tilted her head toward the door behind him, her finger pointing with deliberate precision, “who exactly is inside that room?”“That’s none of your business, Sophia. What are you even doing here?” James bit out, his patience thinning.“I was in the

Lila adjusted the sheer top clinging to her frame, tugging it ever so slightly so that the neckline revealed just enough cleavage to catch the eye. She gave her reflection a slow, approving glance as she pushed her breasts upward, ensuring they were framed to perfection.Her scheme was already unfolding exactly as she had envisioned. If James Carter wasn’t going to fall for her naturally, then she would force his hand. All it would take was planting seeds of jealousy, letting them take root until they consumed him. And who better to use as bait than his newest “investment,” the brooding hockey player Atlan Wolfe?The thought alone made her lips curl into a satisfied smile. If there was one thing she knew about James Carter, it was that he hated losing. He didn’t just hate it, he took it personally. And if she could make him believe that he was losing her, losing to someone beneath him, then she would win him in the most exhilarating way possible.Oh, the look on his face when he had s

Atlan’s hands were still shaking when he pulled into his driveway. The night air was thick and cold, brushing against his face like a punishment. He sat in the car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as if his life depended on it, the scent of Lila’s perfume still clinging stubbornly to his shirt.“God,” he muttered under his breath, shutting his eyes. “What the hell was that?”He’d barely escaped that apartment without losing his mind. The image of her, half naked, flushed, whispering his name flashed behind his eyelids like a curse. He shuddered and pushed the car door open. The slam echoed through the quiet street as he headed for the house.The moment he stepped in, he froze.The lights were on.He distinctly remembered turning them off before leaving.Atlan’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the glow spilling through the living room. The clock ticked loudly in the silence. And then he saw him.James Carter.Sitting in the middle of the room like a king wa