All Chapters of Skating on Thin Ice : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Roland’s POVRoland and Anna burst out of the bar chasing Jeffery. The cool night air slapped their faces as they followed him down the street. He was stumbling fast for a drunk guy, keys still in his hand. They lost him for a minute near the old warehouses but spotted a crowd up ahead. Loud music thumped from an abandoned house with a half-broken basement door. People were spilling out, laughing and shouting. This was bad.They pushed through the crowd. The basement smelled like mould, cheap beer, and sweat. Dim string lights hung from cracked ceilings. Someone had turned the place into a wild pop-up party. In the middle, on a rickety old table being used as a stage, stood Jeffery. Shirt already off, tossed somewhere. He was fumbling with his belt, pants low on his hips. About to drop his boxers right there in front of everyone.“Jeffery!” Anna yelled, shoving past some laughing guys with phones out.Roland’s stomach flipped. “What the hell, man?”Anna didn’t wait. She jumped up on t

POV: JefferyJeffery sat in the cold conference room, hands trembling under the table. The AC blew freezing air across his neck while his face burned hot. Roland sat right across from him, face blank like a stranger. No smirk, no anger, just nothing. The three sponsors stood at the head like they owned the world and Jeffery had just trashed it. One guy in a sharp black suit slammed a tablet down so hard the sound cracked through the room."Look at this,” the sponsor barked. “Videos of you half-naked, shoving people, drunk off your face. It’s everywhere. Twitter, TikTok, Instagram. Comments are calling you a mess. This is unacceptable. You’re dragging our brand through the mud.” Jeffery’s stomach twisted hard. He wanted to explain the fight with Roland, the stupid call that started everything, how one thing snowballed into that basement nightmare. His mouth opened but the words got stuck. Heart pounding, throat tight, he just sat there frozen.Before he could get anything out, Roland

Jeffery’s POV Jeffery stood in the middle of the penthouse, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched. Roland faced him, looking incredibly nervous. Their fake relationship had spiraled into something real—messy feelings, broken trust, the whole nine yards. “We need to talk,” Jeffery said, voice steady. “I’m ready to forgive you. But I’ve got two conditions.” Roland nodded quickly. “Anything. Just tell me.” Jeffery raised one finger. “First, tell me who you were talking to on that phone call. The one where you said ‘I love you.’ Is it a relationship? Just friends? I need the truth, Roland. Right now.” Roland’s face went pale. He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Jeffery, it’s complicated...” Jeffery’s stomach twisted. He waited. Roland stayed quiet, eyes flicking to the floor. That silence hit him like a punch. Anger surged through him. Without a word, Jeffery spun around and stormed into the kitchen. He ripped open the fridge, grabbed a soda and some cold leftover pizza. His hand

Roland’s POV I stood there in my living room, the lamp throwing these soft yellow shadows across the floor. It was late, way past when normal people crashed, but Jeffery was still sitting on the edge of the couch, watching me like he already knew something was off. His eyes were tired but sharp, waiting for me to spit it out. The secret felt like a rock in my throat, heavy and sharp, ready to cut everything if I let it loose. I’d been carrying it for days now, this thing that could mess up what we had just started building. One wrong word and poof, it’s gone.He shifted a little, his fingers tapping on his knee. “Roland, come on. What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”I swallowed hard. Telling him would break this. Us. The late nights laughing over nothing, the way he looked at me like I mattered. No way. Not tonight. My heart hammered as I stepped closer. Instead of words, I just moved. I leaned in and kissed him deep, tongues sliding together, messy and sexy like I needed h

POV: JefferyI shot upright in bed as if someone had yanked me by the collar, chest heaving, sweat sticking my shirt to my back. The room was still pitch black, that heavy early-morning quiet where everything feels muffled. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. The dream clung to me, cold and slimy, as if it didn’t want to let go.Dad’s voice had sounded so real. Deep, the way it used to when he was serious about pack stuff. “Jeffery,” he’d said, looking right at me, not past me like usual. “You’re the chosen one.” Chosen. Me. The words kept echoing in my skull as I blinked hard, trying to shake off the fog.Lucien was always special. My twin, yeah, but the golden shadow. Everyone saw him first—stronger, sharper, the one the pack actually wanted around. I was just... there. The defective twin. The omega who never quite fit. Being his shadow kept me grounded, sure. It kept me safe from the whispers, from the way eyes would slide over me like I was bro