His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 33

Olive’s POV

My phone wouldn’t stop. Ping. Ping. Ping. Each notification made my heart do something weird-like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to explode or just stop beating altogether.

I opened Instagram first. Big mistake.

“Hockey’s golden boy Zane Mercer declares interest in mystery girl ‘Olive’-who is she?”

“She really thinks she’s special enough for ZANE MERCER??? Gl, wake up.”

“He’s going to destroy her. Just like he did to Sabrina. RIP to this poor girl’s heart.”

“Yuck. Someone tell her to RUN before he drops the bombshell

I locked my phone so hard I almost cracked the screen, then shoved it into my bag as the Uber driver pulled up to the airport pickup.

A week ago, I was nobody. The kind of nobody people don’t look at twice on the sidewalk. The kind who blends into coffee shop crowds and grocery store lines. I existed in this perfectly invisible bubble where no one gave a damn what I did or who I was with.

Now? I was trending.

A laugh burst out of me-sharp, a little unhinged. The driver’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, and I watched him try to figure out if I was losing it. Maybe I was. The airport was crawling with people staring at their phones, then at me, then back at their phones like they were solving some puzzle.

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that I was heading home to face my parents after choosing Zane in front of everyone. Zane, who Grayson hated with every fiber of his being. Zane, who’d fucked me so thoroughly last night that I could still feel the bruises on my hips when I moved. Zane, whose mansion I’d snuck out of at five this morning like some teenager dodging curfew, booking the first flight back to Seattle before he could wake up and-

And what? Ask me to stay? Laugh at me for thinking last night meant something?

My phone buzzed again and I groaned, digging it back out. Please let it not be another article calling me delusional.

It wasn’t.

Grayson: Get to my office. Now. Or you’re fired.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

The driver cleared his throat. “Miss? Where are we going?”

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the seat. Of course. Of course Grayson would do this now.

“Change of plans,” I said. “Take me to Hopkins Enterprise.”

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