His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 108

Olive’s POV

I drove to the first empty parking lot I could find, some abandoned strip mall on the edge of town, and sat there with the engine running, staring at my phone.

Zane’s name stared back at me from my contacts.

Less than five hours ago, I’d kicked him out. Told him to leave. Been so hurt by his words that I couldn’t even look at him.

And now I was about to call him.

About to crawl back to the man who’d just broken my heart.

Because I needed him.

Because Hopkins Enterprise was under attack and he was the only one who might be able to help, unless he was involved in it.

But despite everything, despite the pain and the anger and the humiliation, some pathetic part of me still wanted to hear his voice.

I pressed call before I could talk myself out of it.

It rang once. Twice.

“Olive,” he answered immediately, and I could hear the relief in his voice. “Thank god. I’ve been trying to reach you. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice flat. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay,” he said carefully. “Talk.”

“Not over the phone,” I said. “I need to see you. At your house.”

There was a pause.

“My house?” he repeated, and I could almost see his expression shifting through the phone.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “Send a driver to pick me up. I’ll text you my location. We need to discuss something important.”

“Olive, what’s going on?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice. “If it’s about the argument, I’m… sorry about what I said

“Just send the driver,” I interrupted. “Please.”

Another pause, longer this time.

“Okay,” he agreed finally. “I’ll send Stephen. He’ll be there in twenty minutes. But Olive-”

I hung up before he could finish.

Sent him my location and sat there waiting, my hands still shaking, tapping on the steering wheel incessantly.

I was doing this. Actually doing this.

Going to Zane’s house. Asking for his help. Putting myself back his orbit after I’d sworn I was done.

But what choice did I have?

Grayson’s company was being destroyed. His reputation was being ruined. Everything he’d built from nothing was being taken away by the same man who’d destroyed him ten years ago .

And I couldn’t just sit back and watch it happen.

Even if it meant swallowing my pride. Even if it meant facing Zane after this morning. Even if it meant using him the same way I’d been used my entire life.

A sleek black car pulled up exactly twenty minutes later.

The driver, Stephen, apparently, got out and opened the back door for me.

“Miss Monroe,” he said with a slight bow. “Mr. Mercer is expecting you.”

I grabbed my bag and got in, leaving my G-Wagon in the parking lot.

The drive to Zane’s penthouse was silent. Stephen didn’t try to make small talk, and I was grateful.

I needed the time to think. To prepare myself for what I was about to do.

By the time we pulled up to Zane’s building, I had my game plan figured out.

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