His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 114

Zane’s POV

I didn’t ask why. Didn’t ask questions. I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about the reasons.

“I’ll come pick you up,” I said, already pulling up the number.

“No.” Her voice was firmer now. “Send your driver. Don’t come yourself. Please.”

That stung more than it should have. But I agreed anyway.

“Okay. He’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you.”

She hung up before I could say anything else.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand, trying to process what just happened.

She was coming here. To me.

After everything that had happened this morning. After she’d kicked me out. After I’d said things I couldn’t take back.

She was coming here.

I sent the driver immediately, then went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked like hell. Dark circles under my eyes. Jaw tight. Hair a mess.

I didn’t care.

Twenty-five minutes later, I heard the front door open.

I was standing at the staircase in the living room, hands shoved in my pockets, trying to look casual. Trying not to look like I’d been pacing for the last ten minutes.

She walked in, and I forgot how to breathe.

She looked exhausted. Worn down. Her shoulders were tense, her face pale. But there was something else in her expression too. Something hard. Determined.

She didn’t look at me right away. Just stood there in the middle of my living room, her hands clenched at her sides.

I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall near the staircase, watching her. Waiting.

“My step father’s company’s falling,” She said finally, her voice low but steady.

I knew what this was about. She’d heard about her stepfather’s company. About the hostile takeover. About everything crumbling around him.

And she’d come to me.

I should’ve felt victorious. Should’ve felt smug. But all I felt was this strange ache in my chest.

Olive wasn’t the kind of person who asked for help. She was proud. Stubborn. Strong. She’d rather break than bend.

But here she was. Standing in my living room. And from the look on her face, she was barely holding it together.

“Someone’s attacking Hopkins Enterprise,” she said, her voice getting stronger now, more controlled. “Buying up shares. Sending emails. Tanking the stock. And I know it’s your father.”

I didn’t say anything. Just watched her.

“I need you to stop him,” she continued, taking a step closer. “I don’t care how you do it. Use whatever leverage you have. Whatever connections. Whatever power. Just stop him from taking Hopkins Enterprise.”

Her eyes were blazing now. Furious. Desperate.

And fuck, she was beautiful like this. Even angry. Even hurting.

“And what do I get in return?” I asked quietly, pushing off the wall.

She flinched slightly, but didn’t back down. “I’ll finish out the two months. No more fighting. No more questions. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. And then we’re done.”

The words hit harder than I expected. Clean break. No mess. Like we were nothing.

“Deal,” I said, even though every part of me wanted to argue. Wanted to tell her this was more than an arrangement. That she was more.

But I didn’t.

We stood there, staring at each other, and I could feel the tension crackling between us.

“Is that all?” I asked.

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