All Chapters of The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VALENTINAThe warm water of the bathtub swirled around my skin, but it couldn't quiet the storm in my head. I leaned my head back against the cold tub, my body heavy with exhaustion. The Uber ride back had been a blur of New York lights, but all I could see was the raw, jagged pain in Horace’s eyes when he spoke about Deja.He hadn't just been angry. He had been mourning.“Does he really love her that much?” I whispered to the empty bathroom. The thought of him caring for someone so deeply made my chest ache with something that felt dangerously like guilt. I had walked into his office to prove my strength, but I had ended up poking an old, bleeding wound.But then, the memory of his possessiveness flickered in my mind. The way his jaw had locked, the way he had shattered that chair just at the thought of Harold’s lips on mine. A sudden, sharp heat blossomed between my thighs. It was twisted and dark, but knowing a man like Horace wanted to claim every inch of me was the sexiest thing

VALENTINAHorace didn't hesitate. He stepped into the pool, the blue light rippling against his tensed muscles. He moved inside, the water swirling around his waist as he focused entirely on me."So," I teased, with a playful tone. “I cupped my hand and splashed a bit of water into his face, watching the droplets bead on his skin. "So are you going to tell me what else is in that little contract?"He wiped the water from his eyes, his expression unreadable but intense. "You’ll know when you see it.""When?" I pushed, drifting backward through the water, leading him on."Later," he replied. He didn't stop moving until the distance between us was nearly gone. "So… how are you so good at this game?"I blinked, caught off guard. "What game?""Hockey," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious curiosity. "I’ve seen how you reconstructed Harold’s entire playstyle. You’re better than most professional scouts."I felt a pang of pride, mixed with the old ache of memory. "My dad," I ex

VALENTINAHarold stopped pacing, and there was something desperate in his expression, a flicker of the old Harold I used to love, but it was buried under layers of ego."I had to see you, Val," he said, taking a step toward me. "I haven't slept. Not after seeing you.""That doesn’t explain why you’re here, Harold," I snapped. My heart was pounding, not from love, but from the sheer panic that Zuria might walk in. She had no patience for ghosts, and Harold was the biggest one I had.A wave of nausea hit me as I remembered yesterday, the kiss, the soft words of forgiveness I’d whispered. What was I thinking? I must have been out of my mind. That moment of weakness had clearly given him the audacity to think he could just walk back into my life as if he hadn't gutted it."Harold, you need to leave. Now.""I’ve been calling you, Val..." He tried to close the gap between us."No. I mean it. Get out. What do you even want?"He hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before settling back

VALENTINA I sat back, my face flushed and my lips stinging from his kiss. Across the ice, Harold looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He was screaming something at his teammates, his hands shaking.The first period was ending, and the masterpiece of revenge was more beautiful than I had ever imagined."Twenty minutes down," I murmured. "Forty to go."The game moved at a heart-pounding pace. Before the first period could even end, Horace took the puck again. This time, he didn't do it alone. He traded quick, sharp passes with his teammate, Jude, cutting through the Vipers' defense. With one final, brutal shot, Horace buried the puck into the net for his third goal.The buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the intermission. The Ravagers' fans were screaming, their voices shaking the very foundation of the stadium.As the ice cleared and the players headed to the tunnels for their break, I stayed on the bench. I was buzzing with adrenaline until I saw a flash of green.Har

VALENTINAHe leaned in even closer, his body pressing against mine, the tension between us stretched so thin it was about to snap. I could hear the muffled voices of the journalists just around the corner, blissfully unaware of the war happening in here."Tell me to stop, Val," he breathed against my skin, his hands sliding down the wall toward my waist. "Tell me you don't remember how it feels.""Those days are over, Harold," I said, my voice sharp enough to cut the heavy air between us. "The days where I’d beg you for a single glance, a single touch, they’re dead. Cut the chase and let me go."Harold didn't budge. He stayed rooted in front of me. "I should let you go? Seriously, Val? Why would I ever do that?""Are you actually asking me that?" I said as I shoved his chest, forcing him back a few inches. "I’m done with you. Stop calling me. Stop looking for me. Don't ever speak to me again. I’m with Horace now, and you’re just going to have to deal with that."I turned to leave but