All Chapters of Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anne-Marie Potter’s P.O.VTonight, I’m getting wasted and laid. It’s the perfect, perfect night to live like it’s my last. Living carefully, being the good girl, hasn’t taken me any further in life; in fact, it’s set me back several years. Completed my third year in college and had to take a gap year because my family is always in the deepest of messes—my mom’s failing health, creditors on our backs, a leaking and caving roof, or counting down to when we’ll be homeless again. One gap year spiraled into two, and still counting. Got a job at a logistics company to support my family. But, guess who has just been fired from her decent front-desk role?Me.Because I refused to suck that bald MF’s d*** like the other girls have been doing. He’s been harassing me for months!As I pack my cheap office essentials in a box, my eyes travel to my office manager, Mr. Dawson, seated at his desk at the head of the office hall, his gigantic feet out and crossed on a small ottoman under his table, an

Anne-Marie’s P.O.VI’ve never done anything like this before. Never lived so recklessly and free from worry in my life. But that’s exactly what I’m doing right now: rocking my hips and grinding on the hottie behind me. He grips my hips with both hands as I bend over, keeping me close and aware of what I’m doing to him. Perspiration pricks my skin. My fingers dig into my hair, raising the mass of ginger curls. His fingers slide up my body to pull me back up, and heat licks down my spine. With a soft sigh, I lean into him again and start to body roll. He bands my stomach with both of his palms and rolls against me, bumping and syncing with my groove. His breath is hot on my right ear before I feel his lips close on it. My lips part to drag in a breath. Then his left hand slides lower to where my tiny shorts end, cold fingers brushing my skin. Hungry for more heat, I turn around, and our eyes meet again. Though drunk, I see him clearly. His eyes are fierce and passionate; they drop to

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“Mom? Mom? Mom?!” I gasp, crying my eyes out and running barefoot with the medical team as my mom is rushed on a gurney into the hospital. Her eyes are closed in unconsciousness, her face is ashen, and blood covers her head and clothes.I called my mom back, only to find out from a man who picked up that her accident happened close to the hotel where I was getting fu–ed, instead of answering her calls and responding to the message she sent several hours ago while I was still at the club:Mom: {Your sister needs you. She’s gone into labor. Come to the hospital as soon as you can.}I feel so sick. My head is droning with noise. Exhaustion clings to me like a disease. We get to the ER, and the medical team transfers my mom to a bed as a doctor comes rushing toward us. I’m suddenly butted out before a blue cubicle curtain closes around the team.“No!” I yell, lunging for the curtain.Nurses get in my way. Strong arms grab me from behind, and my feet leave the ground. “L

~New Jersey~ — — — —Beatrice Castillo’s P.O.VPicking at our dinner, Diana and I watch from a small dining table as Anne-Marie sees the same cartoon she’s been seeing for months, with her niece seated in her lap. It’s her routine after a long Saturday slaving away at her part-time jobs.“Aaa,” two-year-old Maryanne demands, lifting her little hands to feed Anne-Marie a snack. Anne opens up her mouth to take the snack, and they both keep watching. The feeding continues. “I feed you, Mommy. I feed you…”Anne-Marie nods and chews in silence, hugging her precious niece to her chest. My heart breaks. Slowly, I meet Diana’s gaze, and I can tell from the sour expression on her face that I’m not the only one hurting.Anne-Marie used to be the brightest of the three of us. Smart, talented, and always optimistic. From elementary school through high school and college, we were inseparable, until her gap year. We graduated from college without her, returned to NJ, and got great jobs, but she… s

Anne-Marie’s P.O.VFour years. Four whole years.In four years, I left college, got a decent job, lost it, gained new experiences, lost my virginity to a stranger, became a mom, worked the hardest I’ve ever worked in my entire life, and lost and buried my entire family. Yet, somehow, I have to keep going. For them—Mary, Mom, Dad…, and now, for my little niece, Maryanne. Named after her mom – to honor Mary, and named after me – just like her mom wanted. I’m her only family and support. The only mom she will ever know. She never got to meet hers. Maybe one day, I’ll have the courage to visit their tombstones and take Maryanne along.But for now, I have to honor my mom’s words. I promised her. Though late and having to start a hundred steps behind everyone else, it’s time to fulfill that promise. Deep down, I’ve wanted to, but life has been too cruel to me – it knocked out my every sense of hope and will to live and left me broken at rock bottom.‘Keep going, Anne-Marie.’ Mom’s words sl