บททั้งหมดของ The Ice King And His Hockey Boy Toy : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

CALIX'S POVMy hand shot desperately toward the phone again. “Give it to me!” I hissed.Noah didn't even flinch as he yanked the phone out of my reach, slid it deep into the inside pocket of his coat, and patted it with a slow smirk. “Ha, careful Calix. You wouldn't want me to get nervous and press 'send' by accident, would you?” I froze, my arm still stretched out across the table. The air in the café felt freezing cold, but my face was burning with an humiliating panic. “You're a monster,” I whispered, my voice shaking so hard it barely carried across the booth. “You're a sick, twisted monster.”Noah laughed. “I'm a businessman, Sinclair," He corrected, leaning back and crossing his long legs. “And right now, I hold all the shares in your reputation. So, what's it going to be? Do we have a deal, or do I make you the most famous boy at Northcott University and this whole City before your lunch break?” My chest heaved as I stared at him, the helplessness of the situation wrapping a

CALIX'S POV“Damn it,” I muttered, my fingers shaking as I pressed a damp beauty sponge against my neck.I was standing in front of the mirror in the Northcott locker room, early enough that the sun was barely up. In my left hand, I held a small, plastic tube of high-coverage sports concealer I had practically stolen from a pharmacy down the street at 6:00 AM.I tilted my chin up, and a wave of self-loathing hit me so hard I felt sick. My chest, neck and collarbone were a complete disaster zone. Noah’s teeth and lips had left dark, deep purple bruises that looked like paint splatters across my skin. They were raised and screaming his name.‘Make sure your new girlfriend loves turtlenecks, Sinclair.’ His mocking words replayed in my head, making my jaw clench. “You fucking bastard,” I whispered to the empty room, aggressively dabbing the thick makeup over the darkest mark. It took three heavy layers before the purple faded into a pasty, unnatural skin tone. It looked weird, but it was

CALIX'S POVFor two days, I lived in a state of waking nightmare.I barely slept. I skipped two meals. Every single time my phone vibrated in my pocket, my body would go stiff with a dread. I spent every second of those two days trying to find a loophole… some way, any way, to get out of this twisted double date. I thought about lying and saying I had a sudden hockey practice. I thought about pretending to be critically ill with the flu. I even thought about throwing my phone into the school river and running away. But Noah completely destroyed every single escape plan before I could even try them.On Thursday morning, a new email notification popped up on my screen. It was a screenshot from Noah. The image showed a draft email on his laptop. The recipient box had two main addresses typed in… Isla’s personal student email, and the official inbox for the Northcott University Athletic Board. Attached right at the bottom of the draft, clear as day, was that exact, explicit mirror sel

CALIX'S POV The waiters arrived a few minutes later, placing huge, white plates of over-priced French food in front of us. I couldn't even tell you what it was. It looked like a tiny piece of meat drowned in some dark sauce, surrounded by three pieces of asparagus. My stomach was tied into such a tight knot that the mere smell of the food made me want to throw up right there on the table. I picked up my fork with a slightly shaking hand, trying to look normal. Across from me, Ariana was still talking. “Of course, the venue has to be completely booked out for the after-party,” She boasted, lifting her left hand and deliberately moving it around so the giant diamond engagement ring caught the light of the chandelier. “My father says anything less than three hundred guests is an embarrassment. Right, Noah?” “Naturally,” Noah replied, nodding his head, but he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was fixed directly on me without unblinking the whole time. “And the wedding guest li

CALIX'S POVNoah’s chest was still pressed against my back, his breath hot against my ear.Another tear rolled down my hot cheek. Why the hell was I even always tearing up around him? Noah suddenly started nipping on my earlobe and the last string holding my sanity together snapped. I turned around in his grip, and Noah finally let my wrists go, a smug smile starting to form on his lips as if he thought I was finally submitting to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my mouth against his, kissing him as rough as I could. I shoved my tongue into his mouth like he had done earlier, tasting the expensive champagne and the salt of my own tears, all while rocking against his bulging front. Noah let out a deep, happy groan right into my mouth. His big hands immediately flew down, gripping the meat of my ass tightly, pulling me so close there wasn't a single inch of space between our bodies. Still kissing him roughly, I dropped my hands down to his waist, grabbed the buck