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Break The Ice End of peace of mind.
**TRISTAN***"Seduce me, Myles."*I didn’t have to do this, but seeing him blush and lost for words was better than listening to him tell me how much he wanted me dead. The ache in my head throbbed, but I didn’t mind it, watching him attempt to drop his bag, then stop.I clenched my teeth against the chuckle threatening to escape. What was wrong with me? I thought, letting my eyes quickly flick to the window. Inexperience grated on my nerves, not make me laugh.It seemed I had only two emotions for Myles—annoyance and amusement."Or you can just ask me what to do," I muttered, turning to look at him again, finding his fingers hooked at the edge of his shirt. "But that would mean you pay me for lessons.""Just shut up, Medici," he whispered under his breath.I made a mental note to punish him for that. But he was back to being embarrassed, looking around the room for something. I waited. "Are these walls soundproofed?"They were, but seeing him flustered was a sight to enjoy, so I wh
Break The Ice Blacklist Devil
**MYLES**I can hear his phone buzzing continuously and the crinkle of a wrapper, but I don’t want to look, even as I feel him position himself behind me. I’m scared he’ll see what he hears, and that smug smile will be back. But now, I’m ready for whatever comes, determined to withhold from him the satisfaction of tearing me apart.His hands run down my back, and I swallow, shutting my eyes but still feeling my walls shake. Then he presses against me, making sure I feel everything as he pushes in. My body stiffens, and he pauses as if giving me time to adjust. My cheeks burn—I’d feel better about myself if he’d just ram it in, so I could finally go home.“I’m going in,” he says. It’s not a question; it’s a declaration. I grip the sheets, and a few seconds later, he continues to slide in, his touch firm on my back.My toes curl, my lids shoot open, and my vision blurs. My knuckles go white as I wait for him to be fully in, but the bastard… by the time he’s fully inside, I feel weighted
Break The Ice When It All Came Crashing.
I zipped up my black hoodie, slung my crossbody bag, and was about to slip out the door when her voice filled the room. "Cariño... ¿podemos hablar?" ,(Sweetheart... can we talk?)My heart dropped. Shit! In the chaos, I’d forgotten about Mum and the explanation she’d demand about the money. Couldn’t I just come up with something? But I’d always been a terrible liar, and hadn’t tested that flaw in years. Until now.I turned before she sensed my reluctance. Could I get away with “I’m late for school”? She stepped into the room, exhaustion darkening the circles under her eyes. "You weren’t home Saturday night, Myles.” Her tone was casual, but I heard the weight behind it. “I sat by the window in the living room waiting for you to come home, almost called the police because you…you don’t do that.”The clock ticked loudly, and I felt my heart pound as guilt crawled up my throat, shattering the wall I’d forced around it.“That shouldn’t worry me, right?” She laughed lightly, trying to ease
Break The Ice Water Boy
"We looked everywhere for you, you know," Leo said over the noise of cheers echoing in the rink. "We were understaffed distributing the water, but Jade wasn’t worried about that; she was just worried about you." Guilt gnawed at me as I glanced at her in the stands with the cooler hanging on her shoulders. We were at the rink where the hockey team was having a mock match among themselves, and other students had crowded into the bleachers. Each time I heard a stick slam against the puck and the crowd scream, "Goal!" I didn’t need to look to know it was Tristan. I wished they’d all stop screeching—he wasn’t the only one on his team. In fact, I thought it was unfair to put him and George in the same group. But I didn’t care. Instead, I was patiently waiting for the second half so I could give out the water and leave for home. "Still, one hundred and thirteen missed calls." I raised a brow at him. "If I was dead, I wouldn’t be answering any of that." "Trust me," he said, folding
Break The Ice When It Came Crashing (2)
"...She likes him." Jade pulls a petal from another rose, "She likes him not." Another drops to the floor of the car. I try not to groan, sitting in the front seat and munching on fries. She exhaled, and soon, there was a lone petal before my face. "Still don't wanna tell us how you caught the queen's eye?" We were parked in front of El Refugio, a club allowed only on invite, on the watch for the man who’d "mugged" me. Only once we got here did I realize I could’ve told her I hadn’t seen his face because it was dark. The guilt weighed on me as I stuffed more fries into my mouth, stealing a glance at the rearview mirror and seeing Jade’s eager expression. They didn’t need to be here—I’d lied and here they were, being involved, just to keep me close and not leave me alone with my thoughts. I forced myself to look at the petal in her hand and scowled, “I told you she’s just a caring person. She doesn’t want to be my girlfriend. Leo, say something.” When nothing came, I turned a
Break The Ice The Heir
**MYLES** The room smelled of antiseptic mixed with the stomach-churning scent of open pill bottles scattered on the table beside the bed, the bed where she lay with the covers up to her neck. Thirteen hours, and Ma's fever still hasn't broken. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, listening to the silence in the room. Yesterday, I’d walked in to find her half-slumped on the chair, midway through preparing for work, and since then, we've been like this. Quiet, with the weight of our last confrontation still hanging heavy between us. But even though I don't say anything, even though she doesn't talk to me, I stay. I felt her shift on the bed, her speech slower than usual. "I told you not to stay. I said I can handle myself, Carino." She looked at the clock on the table next to the medicine. "There's still time; you can make it. Don't you have practice?" I bit my cheek; she still didn't know that I had been kicked off the team. "That can wait." I forced a small smile.
Break The Ice His Problem
To make matters worse, they’d found a seat dead center of the club—a spot where he didn’t even have to strain to watch me. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, heart clenching every time I felt his eyes.Okay, someone really needed to ask this bastard what his problem was. Dressed in a fitted blue three-piece suit that practically screamed “danger,” he leaned back on the sofa next to Eros, nursing a half-filled glass, while his uncle worked the room. He was in his own world, or maybe just bored, his gaze drifting with a few half-hearted nods and handshakes.Yeah, yeah, I get it—how would I know all that if I wasn’t looking? Well, he’s in the middle of the room; where the hell else am I supposed to look?“Did you see Tristan and Eros?” Jade’s voice broke into my thoughts. “I mean, I knew he had pull, but wow, here too? Must be nice being rich.”I raised a brow at her.She rolled her eyes and gestured to the room. “That rich, smartass. That rich.” Her arms folded across her chest. “You think
Break The Ice When It Came Crashing (3)
**JADE**"Myles, are you okay?" I asked. He lifted his face from the kitchen sink, looked at me strangely, and nodded as he breathed, "Yeah. I'm just tired, that's all." I wasn’t stupid; I knew that wasn’t the case. It was instinct, the same way I knew there had been no mugger. That was an aggressive make-out mark. The reason his face had turned red when I touched it. But that bruise on his face—he’d been hit, and not by any mugger. "Give me a moment," he said as he walked around me, past the event where the audience had begun to clear out, and into the restroom. The crowd in the hall had started to thin. The ones remaining indulged in drunken revelry, the conversations louder than the music. But I was lost in thought, barely noticing any of it. What was wrong with Myles, really? Whatever it was... I walked out of the room, glaring at the figure emerging from the stairs. That had everything to do with it. Rage crawled up my chest. He caused it all. Myles had worked so
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Break The Ice Shadows Lurking
"So?" Jake raised an expectant brow, his eyes alight with anticipation. "You like it?" I chewed the venison, savoring the burst of flavor on my tongue, even as discomfort churned in my stomach. Swallowing, I glanced up. "You really gonna ask that about every dish I try?" Jake smiled sheepishly. "Maybe I just want everything to be perfect for you." Before I could answer, his hand reached out, covering mine. "I'm so glad you're here." Was I? Glad to be here? Not when I could feel Tristan’s gaze boring into me—suffocating tension thickened the air, heavy enough to slice with a knife. My stomach twisted. Our table was positioned just right—or wrong—so if I turned my head even slightly, I’d see him. And Tristan wasn’t making it easy to ignore. Like now. His eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting, before dropping to Jake's hand over mine. The glare that followed could’ve frozen hell over. I pulled my gaze back to Jake, forcing a smile. I didn’t want to be here. Being this close to Trist
Break The Ice Shadows Lurking
For the rest of the week, Tristan didn’t so much as breathe in my direction. It probably had something to do with the fact that I avoided both the rink and the canteen. Instead, I spent most of my days in the chemistry lab. Nat was always around, and whenever she was, most of our experiments ended up blowing up in our faces. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, quickly cleaning up the mess before the teachers noticed. The sharp smell of chemicals clung to our clothes as we left the lab, giggling like kids who had just gotten away with a prank. At home, the silence felt heavier than usual. Mum was out more often, and even when she was around, she seemed distant. Whenever I caught her, she smelled like scented candles. With all this free time, I buried myself in reading. My phone stayed silent—so unlike it usually was. I couldn’t help but wonder if Jade was okay. Friday arrived too quickly, knocking me off my feet. Every breath felt heavier as I reminded myself: It’s just a date. No
Break The Ice Golden Retriever (2)
**JADE** "...It's one-two, two, one-two, three! And spin! Jade, Jade McCoy, what is up with you today?!" The coach yelled. I had no clue, but suddenly, the gown felt too tight—so tight I struggled for air instead of skating. Then came the gunfire, suddenly piercing my thoughts, leaving me gasping, panting, and almost tripping. It's Monday, and I can't concentrate. I almost died in an intense gun chase, and they wouldn’t know it. I fainted in the car. Listening to Eros banter with the person on the other end made my stomach churn. It told me everything I needed to know: *They had come for him*. He was used to this. As I fainted, I wondered why he never pulled out a gun—for I damn well knew he had one. I woke up in his house, still fully dressed, on a bed that smelled like him. He lived big—I listened to the quiet house—and alone, too. I snatched my coat, ready to race out of wherever this place was. But opening the door, there he was, drying his wet hands with a towel.
Break The Ice Golden Retriever
Dinner with Jake was surprisingly pleasant. The awkwardness I had expected never arrived. Instead, we talked—about school, books, and random little things that didn’t seem important but filled the silence in a way that made me feel... normal. He wasn’t overbearing, didn’t ask invasive questions. For once, I didn’t feel like I had to guard every word I said.Afterward, we sat on his small couch, our plates balanced on the coffee table, the dim kitchen light spilling into the living room. He owned one of the nicest spots in the neighborhood. Considering how much he worked, I understood why—but I couldn’t fathom how he kept the place so spotless. Like he read my thoughts, he said, “Left home at sixteen, moved to D.C., found a job my first week, loved the pay, and haven’t looked back since.” When I stayed quiet, he shrugged. “I wanted to make it clear—I’m not trying to make you my next dinner or something.” I smiled, comforted by his easygoing tone. “Not that.” My eyes wandered ar
Break The Ice Sunshine
**TRISTAN** "...Get your fucking uncle in order!" Detonations and a feminine scream accompanied the angry order. For Eros to call it a glock, he was in trouble. I groaned, leaving the mini bar, the half-filled glass forgotten for a moment. It was almost two, and here I was, still drinking myself to stupor. "Tristan! Are you there?!" Eros's voice cut through my confusion. The screeching, the gunfire—it was all giving me a headache. "Jesus Christ, man! I'm going to die. Call your fucking uncle!" I massaged the side of my head, walking to the window. "Why do you think it's Nico?" "I don't know..." he snarled. "Maybe because he's been on my case since he found out about the little sessions you have with M..." He stopped himself just in time. I bit back a smile. "Just call your uncle and sort this shit out!" I walked back to the counter, taking the tumbler and listening to its quiet slosh. Picking up the house phone, I punched in the very familiar number. At the first ring,
Break The Ice Rage/Lust
**TRISTAN** Agreed too quickly—far too quickly for a girl who decided to bestow her attention on him only a month ago. Despite the smirk tugging at my lips, I felt my blood boil. What was wrong with me? I didn't know if I wanted to kill him—tighten my fingers around his throat—or fuck him hard. "You always make bad decisions," I breathed, soaking in the hatred his eyes exuded. "Tell me about it," he retorted. I gripped his waist, nails digging into his skin. He winced and swallowed. He looked so beautiful this way, from the damp waves of his hair down to his toes, and I hated how obvious that was, even as rage coursed through me. And that clear skin... I pressed my fingers deeper into his neck. Give it time—it wouldn't stay that clear. "Come on now," I whispered. "Get on your knees." He drew a deep breath, but he didn’t hesitate, sliding down until he was on the wet floor. Before my arousal, he blushed red but kept his eyes locked on mine. And that... that sent blood
Break The Ice Not What He Wanted
**TRISTAN** *'...I can't stop talking to Natalie.'* My fist clenched on the bar counter as I stared into the golden liquid in my tumbler. That little pain in the ass. How could one fucking person grate so hard on my nerves? What would I have done differently if it were someone else, not those puppy-brown eyes looking at me from across the table? I downed the glass in one frustrated gulp. Maybe, for starters, I wouldn't have had him at my *fucking* table. The bartender refilled my glass before I could call out, his sea blues lingering right on my zipper—a blatant open invitation. Normally, I’d take it. God knows I needed the distraction tonight—anything to silence the voice in my head or the heat crawling under my skin. But for some reason, I wasn’t interested. Grabbing my glass, I left the counter for an empty sofa tucked in the corner of the room. The club buzzed with life—flashing neon lights, bass-heavy music pounding against my skull—but it all blurred into white noise. Ha
Break The Ice Silent Treatment
**MYLES** *Today. 6pm.* His text had said, and at that moment, my stomach sank. Even the laughter around me couldn’t drown out the unease twisting in my gut. Two hours later, after everyone had left, I pulled my hood over my head and walked to the deserted road where I was always picked up. There he was—not his driver, but Tristan himself, sitting behind the steering wheel. My brows knit, more in annoyance than shock. Great. So much for those two peaceful hours before the storm. Gone. “The front seat,” he said as I approached, not even glancing at me. I slid in next to him, shutting the door behind me. He started the ignition and pulled onto the road, his expression still unreadable. I studied the side of his face, trying to gauge his mood or his thoughts, but it was blank. The tension filling the car gnawed at my insides, warning me this wasn’t good. I turned to the window instead, refusing to let his mood swings keep me on edge. But no matter how hard I tried to relax,
Break The Ice Reunion
**Oh God!** I groaned through a mouthful of tacos, licking my fingers. "I love your mum, Myles! Oh my God, this is so good." Leo, seated on Myles's study desk, shot me a look that screamed, *Seriously, Jade?* Meanwhile, Myles, standing beside him, chuckled and kept explaining his math working. We were at his house. I sat cross-legged on his bed next to a tray stacked high with tacos. Natalie was nowhere to be found—she had left the room with Myles's mum twenty minutes ago. A smile spread across my face, warmth filling my chest, as Myles gave Leo a playful slap on the back of his head. He had no idea how happy I was. It was obvious why he'd hidden his address from us—Myles was ashamed of where he lived. But suddenly, he wasn’t anymore? What changed his mind? Whatever it was deserved a kiss on the cheek. I loved the coziness of his room as much as I loved his mum, with her cute Mexican accent. I groaned again. "Oh God!" Leo turned to glare this time. "Really? Are you going
