บททั้งหมดของ The Ice King's Wild Obsession: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Cade drives me back to my apartment. At the door, I pause, turning back to direct a warning glare at him."Behave."He raises a brow. "I'm always well-behaved.""Cade.""I'll smile." He flashes me one so wide and so fake that I nearly turn around and send him home. "See? Charming.""You look like you're about to bite someone.""Only if Julian asks nicely."I glare at him. He lifts both hands in surrender, and I open the door.Julian is on the couch with his notebook open on the coffee table and a pen in his hand. Nia is in the armchair across from him, a mug balanced on her knee. They both look up at the same time.Julian's eyes land on me, a huge smile forming on his face until he sees the man standing behind me.His mouth opens, then closes."Hi," I say. "Sorry I'm late.""Hey." He recovers fast, getting to his feet. "No, it's fine. I didn't... I didn't know you were bringing someone.""Neither did I," I mutter.Cade steps forward with his hand out and a smile on his face. "Julian,

~~DAX~~“Hey, have you seen Brenna?”“No."“What about you?”“She walked by here a minute ago, but—”I walk away, swearing under my breath.Where the hell is she?I've been looking for her for almost twenty minutes, and every time I call, she either ignores me or sends a text saying she's busy.Busy doing what? The auction ended almost an hour ago. Most of the people have already left, and the girls are packing up whatever's left of the event.I know what she's doing, though.She's pissed at me.And all because I made one stupid bid.I don't know what came over me. I really don't.I just saw all these guys bidding to take her on a date, and I couldn't stand it.My hand moved before my brain did. By the time I heard my own voice say 'three hundred,' it was already out.The look on Soraya's face should've been enough to tell me what a terrible idea that was. Then I saw Brenna glaring at me, and I knew I was fucked.And all that embarrassment for what?Just for Cade to show up and bid a

From the arena, Cade drives us to a popular restaurant a few blocks off campus.The kind of place that always has a line on weekends and whose windows glow with warm light and the constant movement of people.I’d expected somewhere quieter. Somewhere private, with a back booth and low music, the kind of spot you pick when you don't want to be seen.Instead, we’re walking into a room full of students and townies, and I feel the shift in attention almost immediately.Girls track us with varying degrees of envy and outright annoyance, as if my existence has personally offended them. A few guys look too, their gazes on me very explicit.Cade’s hand settles at the small of my waist, guiding me through the tables until we find an empty one near the back.“I feel like everyone is staring at us,” I mutter as we sit.“Let them stare.”He says it like he truly doesn't care about the fact that we're seen together, and that makes my heart flip in a stupid way.We place our order and talk some mor

~~SORAYA~~“Do you still want him, Red?”I stare at Cade, his question hanging in the air between us.He asked it so calmly, no smirk on his face and no lazy half-smile. He's just watching me and waiting for my answer.“Are you seriously asking if I still want Dax?”“Yes.”I clench my fist as indignation flushes through me.“I agreed to be your girlfriend yesterday. Do you really think I would have done that if I were planning to run back to him the first chance I got?”“That isn’t what I asked.” His voice stays even, but something hard moves underneath it. “I know you want me. That doesn’t mean you don’t still want him.”The mere idea of it seems to piss him off, even though he's trying not to let it show. After the way I reacted at dinner, I can’t entirely blame him.Until Brenna and Dax showed up, I had been having a genuinely good time. Cade planned something thoughtful and fun, and I repaid him by getting quiet and distracted because I got affected seeing another man with the wom

~~DAX~~ “Carter—no. DAX. Go sit down.” Coach’s voice cuts across the ice like a blade. I'm still skating when I realize it's for me. "I'm fine, Coach." "No. You're playing like a wreck. Go sit your ass down and take five." "I don't need a break." "I wasn't asking." I open my mouth to argue again. The look he gives me is sharp enough that several guys actually turn to stare. My face burns. I skate off hard, drop onto the bench, and slam my stick against the boards hard enough to rattle them. I know I haven’t been sharp. I also know I don’t deserve to be called out in front of the entire team when Cade has made his share of mistakes and somehow never gets the same treatment. Of course not. Cade Carter is apparently everyone’s new favorite. I watch Leonardo Davis glide over to him and say something that makes them both laugh. Two defensemen join them a second later, talking through the last play. Cade lifts his stick and shows them something with his wrists, and on