All Chapters of Melting The Ice Captain : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

OLIVE BECKETT I am scared of heights, yet here I am boarding a plane to Jersey because of a man. Because of my fake fiancé, might I add.This is stupid, which is what I've been saying for the past two hours.I called in sick at work, lied to my fucking boss, and pressured Ronnie to book a flight to Jersey for me as quickly as possible.When I saw the short note Easton left for me at home, I felt uneasy. I figured I shouldn't let him stay alone.Mostly because of what I'd overheard downstairs. I knew Summer was home, I knew Easton wasn't in the right state of mind, and I was too scared to let him do anything.When his mother called last night, I was trying to act like I wasn't drunk out of my mind. They'd thought Summer talking to him would help, but we all know how that went down. So I prepared a list. A list of things we would do…as fiancés. This was probably the most stupid idea I've ever had, but I needed this as much as he did. We both needed a distraction. We both needed…each ot

EASTON CARTEROlive Beckett could be a pain in the ass. And I do mean it. Not in the way that I hate her or anything—I don't.I refused to talk about what happened in the hospital, and I could tell she didn't want to bring it up either. I drove silently back home.By the time we got home, my phone was buzzing with a dozen calls from my coach and Ronnie. We didn't have any games in the next two weeks, that's why I took my break, so why were they calling so much?I got out, helped Olive into the house, and walked straight to my room without looking back.“What’s wrong, bro?” I asked as I picked up Ronnie's call.“Hey, are you free? Coach needs us asap.”“I'm not in Canada right now.”“I am aware,” he answered. “That's why some of the guys on the team are here in Jersey.”“What?!” I asked, shocked.“Coach needs us for a meeting with some important people. Don't come for me—he didn't tell us the details. He just said he needed us in Jersey.”“And who told him I was in Jersey?”“He somehow

Olive’s POVHow could he?My hand stung from the slap but not as much as my eyes. I wiped my tears angrily, not that it changed anything, they still kept falling.After worrying and pacing, I get hurtful words in return.–maybe you're just not the better option…I blinked trying to see the stairs past my watery eyes.There was a groan and banging behind me before I felt him.“Olive…” His annoyingly hot big hand rested on my shoulder. I didn't push his hand off. No, I was a bigger person.I let him turn him around to see the full effects of his words on me.He winced, “...Olive, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me…”“Even though you're drunk Easton,” I sniffed. “You really shouldn't have said that. You don't use something like that as a weapon when we're arguing.”“I know, I know.” He held the back of my neck and rested his forehead on mine. “I'm sorry…I shouldn't have said that.”“Easton…” I tried to lean away.I really tried but he was warm. “Olive please. I said something

OLIVE BECKETT“You don't remember what happened last night?”“Did anything significant happen?”That hurt my chest, and for that question, yes. I got my heart broken. I pushed my luck way too much and overstepped boundaries.I looked back at the camera immediately, trying to keep a straight face.“Nothing happened. You just got super drunk,” I responded. He hummed and focused back on the shoot.“You look gorgeous, ethereal. You look really beautiful, Olive,” he whispered, and I just closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing chest.After three full and draining hours, the shoot was finally over. I changed back into my dress and waited for Easton at the car. Earpods in my ears, I didn't notice he had entered the car.I was focused on a funny cat video on the internet when suddenly, one of my earpods got pulled out of my ear.“What are you watching?” Easton asked excitedly, forcing his face into my phone.“Hmm, cats. I didn't know you liked cats.”“I love all animals.”“Yet you don't have

OLIVE BECKETTHow do you scream your loudest when you're standing in front of your fake fiancé—naked?!“What do you want me to do?” I asked, as if I didn’t know. As if I didn’t own a big plastic dick.“I want you to show me the dirty side of you. I want you to pleasure yourself and experience real pleasure,” he said.Please, pinch me. Please tell me this is unreal and that this was all just a dream. That this game was just a game and nothing else.I could barely breathe. My hands shivered as they went lower to my abdomen and between my thighs. I pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger into my folds. I gasped, trying to reel in the pleasure. I was wetter than a bayou, and Easton? He just reveled in the way I moved and touched.I watched his Adam’s apple bob, my eyes locked on his pretty eyes and full lips. With my other hand, I grabbed my breast, squeezing its nipple as I moaned loudly, filling the whole room.“Fuck,” I rasped. Easton shifted in the chair, his hands clenching a