Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

August's POV As soon as I was in the locker room, I slammed my gear into my cubby and sat down, dragging both hands through my hair. I’d kissed her twice. Once in anger, once because I couldn’t stop myself. And both times it felt too good for me to deserve. Like something I’d been missing all my life but had no right to touch. Now Caleb wanted her too. The thought made sparks collide in my head. The idea of him even looking at her that way made something ugly come alive in my gut. I pressed my palms to my face, sighing hard. God, what was wrong with me? She wasn’t mine. She couldn’t be. She could as well be my stepsister, for fuck’s sake! I told myself that again and again, but it didn’t help. For agonizing seconds, I wished none of this had happened. That my dad never married Samantha, and maybe that could give Dona and I a chance. Because the truth was, if things were different, I’d want her all to myself. Out there, I could hear practice rounding up with some barks from Coa

Dona's POV Somewhere around sunrise, my eyes snapped open. Piper was still knocked out beside me, curled into a ball like a cat. Her red curls were a mess over her face, and she had one leg thrown across mine. I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying to think. My brain wasn’t supposed to wander. It did anyway. It had been three days already since Peter had left the house. I remembered how mum had told him straight up to sort out whatever shady disaster his friend was in before stepping foot back inside our house. It had been her off day yesterday, and she had spent the time feverishly baking pie after pie. I could tell that she was at her wit's end, and I had suggested visiting Piper, just to get her mind off Peter and Russell. And yesterday, when she called out to me from Piper’s living room to head home with her, there had been this tiny pause in her voice. Barely more than two seconds, but I’d heard it. I wondered if she was scared staying in the apartment alone after

August's POV I left hockey practice and drove like a mad man, straight to the hospital, barely aware of the road, barely aware of my own breathing. All I could hear over and over, was the way Dona’s voice cracked on the phone. That awful, shaky whisper like she was trying so hard to act fine but falling apart anyway. It kept replaying, looping in my head until my hands went numb on the steering wheel. The second I turned into the hospital lot, I spotted her. She was sitting on the pavement near the emergency entrance, knees tucked in, like she was trying to make herself smaller just to hold everything in. And God, she looked terrified. Not just scared, but terrified. Hey eyes were glossy, lips trembling and fingers digging into her own palms. "Shit!" I cursed and hopped out of the car. “Dona, hey, what happened?” I dropped to a crouch beside her, close enough to see the way her lashes clumped from tears. “Who called you? Why do you look like this?” She opened her mouth but nothi

Dona's POVThe hotel August pulled into looked like something I’d only seen on Pinterest boards. There was glass literally everywhere, fountains glowing blue, a valet in a suit, people walking their dogs around the compound. I sat there in his car, staring out like I’d just been teleported into someone else’s life.A five-star hotel. A literal five-star hotel.I almost asked him if we’d driven into the wrong parking lot on accident, but August got out and came around to open my door before I could embarrass myself.I climbed out slowly. “So… you’re just casually living here.”He shrugged like it was nothing. “It’s not a big deal.”Okay, maybe not for him. For me, this place might as well have been a castle with a moat and a dragon.Inside, the lobby made it worse. I stared in awe at the marble floors, chandeliers, the leather furniture, the people, the heady smell of moving money. Real money. Old money. Long money. Money that had never known stress.I whispered, “August, are you sure

Dona's POV Eventually, August turned away from the door and towards me. "You want some breakfast?" "Yeah," I said, nodding. "That would be nice." "Okay, I'll order eggs from room service." He started walking toward one of the bedrooms, and I yelled after him, "Tell them not to be stingy with the salt!" He waved a hand without turning around, then disappeared through the door. The second he was gone, I stood up and walked over to the window. The Floridan view stretched out in front of me, buildings and streets and people who had no idea what kind of mess I was in. I pressed my hand against the glass. I needed to call my mom. I needed to make sure she wasn't going to take Peter back, because that man was a lying piece of shit. And I needed to know she was safe because Russell was still out there. That bastard could do anything to anyone of us. Then my phone rang so loudly that I jumped. I scrambled over to the couch and picked it up to see Piper's name on the screen. I swiped to