All Chapters of Dirty Games Off Ice: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien I stepped out of the shower still dripping, towel slung low around my hips like it might fall off any second and I honestly did not give a damn. My phone was already in my hand before I even dried my face properly. Water kept running down my neck and mixing with the sting on my split lip, but I just poked the bruise on my cheek again because yeah, that was my thing now, hurting myself on purpose to remember Alex had put it there. The golden boy. My golden boy who probably wanted me dead right about now.I scrolled through my contacts fast, thumb slipping because everything was still wet and my head was pounding like a drum. Lila. The one girl who actually had pull with her dad, God I hate that bitch. I could not ask my own dad. No fucking way. That would scream suspicious from a mile away. Everyone knew I hated Alex's guts, or at least they thought they did. Me suddenly begging my old man to save the scholarship kid? Yeah, that would light up every rumor mill in school like

Damien"Whatever," I muttered, but my stomach was doing flips. "How can you help him then? The sanction meeting's tomorrow morning. You need to convince your dad, he's a shareholder in the school, right? Get him to keep Alex in, make sure it doesn't blow up into losing his spot or his scholarship or whatever."She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "It'll be hard. Dad hates drama at the school board level. But... I'll try."I snorted. "You owe Alex that much after cheating on him anyway.""Mind your own damn business," she shot back, poking my chest. "You don't get to lecture me about what I owe him.""Fine. Just fix it. I'll call you again later if I need to." I turned to leave, already pulling my keys out.The drive back toward my place started normal enough windows down, music loud, trying to drown out the echo of her words. But halfway there my body betrayed me. I was hard. Stupidly, painfully hard, the kind where my balls felt like they were trying to climb up inside me. All I coul

Damien He turned away quickly, shoulders tight. “This isn’t the locker room. Get back in there and I’ll find you a towel. Jesus.”But I didn’t move right away. I caught him adjusting the front of his pants when he thought I wasn’t looking, hand pressing down on what looked like a bulge for just a second. My stomach flipped. Yes. He had to be hard for me. Had to be. All that denial bullshit and here he was, reacting. But when he turned around fully to toss me a towel from the closet, there was nothing. No bulge, no tent, just his usual pissed-off face and flat front. What the hell? Was he not attracted to me at all? The thought pissed me off more than the gunshots outside. I wasn’t imagining that, was I? My own dick was right there, obvious as hell, and he was acting like it was no big deal.I snatched the towel and wrapped it around my waist, muttering under my breath. Fine. Whatever. If he wanted to pretend, I could play that game too.Alex walked away toward the kitchen without ano

Damien Alex threw his hands up but his voice stayed sharp. “Yeah well your own shit is currently trying to kill you from the inside. Sit down before you fall over genius.” I dropped onto the couch and immediately another cramp hit so I curled sideways clutching my stomach. “Fuck. Okay maybe I ate a little too much but I can take it. I planned this whole thing so you’d finally drop the act and actually look at me like I’m not just some guy you hate on the team.” The words slipped out before I could stop them and Alex froze mid-step staring at me. “You planned this. You overdosed on pepper on purpose just to make me care.” I shrugged even though it hurt to move. “Worked didn’t it. Look at you all worried and shit. Admit it you were hard earlier in the kitchen too don’t even try to lie.” He laughed short but his eyes flicked to my stomach where I was still rubbing it in slow circles. “You’re unbelievable. I was worried because you looked like you were dying not because I want to play

Damien Alex was across the room in two steps his voice shooting up sharp and panicked. Damien what the hell did you do. Stop rubbing it you moron. His hands grabbed my wrists trying to pull them away from my face but I was flailing too much still yelling because it felt like my eyes were melting out of my head. I cannot see it burns so bad what the fuck did I touch. You and your stupid spicy hands or whatever I do not know just make it stop.He was dragging me toward the sink now his grip tight on my arm and I could hear the water running full blast. Keep your eyes open if you can he snapped but his tone was not angry it was all freaked out like he thought I was actually going blind or something. I tried but the burn made me squint and blink like crazy and I kept cursing under my breath the whole way. Alex you asshole this is your fault too somehow. Everything tonight is your fault. First the sandwich now this. I am dying for real this time.Shut up and lean over the sink he said pus