A Deal With The King of Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

NOAH’S POVThe moment the puck drops, the arena erupts.Ashford comes out aggressive from the opening seconds, moving the puck quickly and pressing hard into St. Martins’ end of the ice. They seem determined to make it clear that they have no intention of letting the Wolves settle into the game, and every time an Ashford player gets close to the net, the crowd rises with them.I have my phone raised, tracking the action through the screen.The game is faster than I expected.Skates carve sharply into the ice as the players fly from one end of the rink to the other. Sticks clash as they fight for possession, bodies slam into the boards, and the crowd reacts to every near miss with a mixture of cheers and groans. I keep moving my phone with the players, taking photograph after photograph whenever I get a clear shot.Then, suddenly, St. Martins turns the play around.One second, Ashford has control of the puck, the next, Logan steals it.He takes off before our players can fully realiz

NOAH’S POVMOMENTS EARLIER The moment the game ends, I go looking for Maisie.I don’t even give her a chance to leave campus because if I let her disappear now, I have no idea when I’ll see my camera again. I hurry through the lodge, scanning the crowd for her and her friends until I spot the guy from earlier behind the counter.He’s cleaning the countertop, thankfully no longer glued to his phone.I hurry over to him.“Hey, I wanted to ask. Did anyone come to collect the backpack I left with you before the game?”He pauses and looks at me with a confused frown.“What backpack?”I stare at him. Is he fucking serious right now?“The backpack I dropped off with you earlier. Before the game started.”His expression somehow becomes even more confused, like I’m speaking another language.I want to tell him exactly what I think of him, but what’s the point? Clearly, he wasn’t paying attention earlier, which probably gave Maisie the perfect opportunity to take my bag and steal my camera wi

NOAH’S POV“Argh.”I hiss as I open my eyes to a pounding headache that feels like someone spent the night hammering at the inside of my skull. My hand instinctively moves to my head, pressing against my temple as I squint against the morning light until my vision finally begins to adjust.“Fuck.”I groan and slowly sit up, looking around my bedroom with a small frown.How did I even get here?The last thing I remember is being at the arena, and then Miles showing up with an umbrella and…My eyes shoot wide open.Miles.Panic shoots through every nerve in my body as the excruciating details of last night come rushing back, as though they had been waiting for me to open my eyes before they could reveal themselves and mock me for every humiliating thing I did.Everything comes pouring in at once.Maisie. The humiliation. Me crying under the rain at the arena. Miles showing up with an umbrella. The way I kept crying, yelling, and blaming him. The way he grabbed me and pulled me against

NOAH’S POV“I’m telling you, I already have enough dresses. This really isn’t necessary.”I press again, whispering to Miles as we step out of his car in front of a luxury boutique, but he doesn’t even bother responding. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint I’ve made throughout the drive here, so I honestly don’t know why I expected him to start now.“Are you even listening to me?” I finally lose it, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to turn around and face me.“I said this isn’t necessary. Honestly.”For a couple of seconds, Miles simply stares at me without any visible expression on his face, his hands tucked deep into his pockets.“Have you ever been to an elite billion-dollar company anniversary before?”I hesitate, my brows pulling together as my brain reels.I’m not sure whether I should admit that I haven’t or whether he’s simply asking because he wants to taunt me.“Of course, you’ve never been to one before.” He answers his own question when he notices my hesitatio

NOAH’S POVThe love of his fucking what?I beg your finest pardon, sir?I have to physically stop myself from letting my jaw fall open or staring at Miles like he’s completely lost his mind. I’ve always expected the craziest things from Miles Presley, but this? This is top-tier rage bait.“I’ll admit, your girlfriend does look a lot like Tiffany here.” One of the men says with a small laugh, although I catch the suspicion flickering in his eyes.“Are you two maybe sisters?” Another man asks Mom.Mom simply smiles and looks away, taking a heavy sip of her drink as though that could somehow erase everything that just happened.The coldness in Carl’s eyes intensifies, and his jaw clenches as he stares at Miles like he could strangle him right here if he had the chance. Then, clearly realizing that losing his temper would only draw attention, he pastes a small smile onto his face.“Now, if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen. There are a few more business associates I’d like to introduce my son