Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Milo squinted at the screen. Unknown number.
He answered anyway, dragging his hoodie sleeve across his face.
“Hello?”
“Milo Laskey?” a clipped voice asked.
“Yes?”
“This is Glen Mason from Blackmoor.”
Milo sat up straighter on the bench.
“You’ve probably already heard, but as of this morning, your contract was officially terminated.”
Milo said nothing, his stomach twisting.
“Yeah, sorry about that, kid,” Mason continued. “But I think we can all agree—it wasn’t the best fit.”