A Deal With The King of Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

NOAH’S POV“I’m busy right now.” I finally manage to find my voice as I snatch my camera from Tyson’s hand. I immediately start unzipping my bag, sliding the camera inside with hurried movements because the sooner I get out of here, the better.Unfortunately, the slight tremble in my fingers gives away how badly I’m trying to keep myself together.Tyson is standing far too close.For the first time since we met, dated for two years, and eventually destroyed whatever we had between us, we are standing this close to each other again.If he hadn’t ruined everything, I know I would have been the happiest person alive right now. I would have thrown myself into his arms, probably laughing as I told him how much I had missed him.The thought makes my chest clench painfully.“You can’t keep ignoring me, Noah.” His voice follows beside me, softer now and almost pleading. “We need to talk. Please.”I nearly laugh. So, he wants to talk now?The same person who left me on read for weeks, broke u

MILES’ POV“Pervert!” The accusation barely leaves her mouth before a soft pillow comes flying straight at my face.It hits me hard enough to snap me out of whatever fucking trance I was in, but before I can even recover, another one follows.“Get out!” This time, it’s a shirt.I throw my hands up to shield myself as Noah continues her assault, and whatever stunned stupidity had taken over my brain finally gives way to self-preservation. I back toward the door, barely managing to avoid the next thing she throws at me before I stumble into the hallway and yank the door shut behind me.I press my back against it, chest heaving as I drag in a deep breath.“Fuck.” I close my eyes and drag a hand down my face.What the hell was I thinking?I should have walked out the second I realized she was changing. Any remotely decent man would have done exactly that. Instead, I stood there like some fucking idiot, staring at her as though I’d never seen a woman in my life.“Get your shit together,

NOAH’S POV Though I’ve been here for barely an hour, I’ve already lost count of how many times I’ve sighed in regret, wishing I had turned down Miles’s invitation and stayed in my dorm instead. The stares are fucking killing me. Everywhere I look, someone seems to be watching me. Some people are subtle about it, whispering behind their hands before stealing another glance, while others don’t even bother pretending they aren’t staring. A few have already taken pictures of me, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s a sign on my forehead announcing that I’m the newest exhibit at Ashford University. Then there’s Tyson. He’s sitting in a corner with some of his friends, and his eyes have been on me practically the entire night. Every time I make the mistake of looking in his direction, our eyes meet. So now, I keep my gaze firmly ahead, frustration consuming me. I fight the urge to run my fingers through my hair, remembering how long I spent getting it this perfect. I’d hate to ru

MILES’ POV“Oh, hi, Miles.”Maisie tries to put that familiar smile back on her face, the one she uses whenever she wants to pretend she hasn’t done anything wrong. But seeing it only makes the heat crawling through my chest burn hotter. I take another step toward her, keeping Noah firmly against my side.“I asked you a question.” My voice drops, colder this time. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”Whatever confidence she had left disappears. The smile slips from her face, and for the first time tonight, I watch her swallow nervously.“Come on, Miles…” She attempts another smile, but it trembles at the corners. “We were just having fun.”“Fun?” The word leaves my mouth with a humorless laugh.“By humiliating someone in front of half the fucking university?” I stare straight into her eyes. “Is that your sick version of fun, Maisie?”“I… I…” She stammers, glancing around the crowd as though she expects someone to suddenly grow a spine and come to her rescue.Nobody does, and th

NOAH’S POVThe first thing we see upon arriving at Carl’s mansion is Mom coming down the stairs. Judging by the way she looks at me, she must have been waiting for us to arrive.Her arms are folded across her chest, wearing the exact expression she uses whenever she’s preparing to give me a lecture.Miles gives her one long, questioning look, as though wondering why she’s standing there instead of wherever she’s supposed to be, before continuing toward the dining room and leaving the two of us behind.I raise a brow, the mockery in my voice impossible to miss. “Wow, Mom. I didn’t realize you’d already moved in as the woman of the house.”“If you think we called you here so I could listen to one of your cheeky, childish comments, then you’re very wrong, young lady.” She gives me that stern look that usually means she’s serious. “What the hell have you even been up to?”Before I can give back a sarcastic response forming in my head, another set of footsteps sounds from the staircase.We