His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 35

Olive’s POV

The call came twenty minutes after I left Grayson’s office.

I was still standing on the sidewalk like an idiot, people rushing past me with their coffee cups and briefcases, living their normal lives while mine was actively imploding. My phone buzzed in my hand and I almost didn’t answer when I saw the name.

Ryan Mitchell,

Of course. Because today wasn’t already a dumpster fire.

“What,” I said flatly.

“Well, hello to you too, sunshine.” His voice was that same obnoxious tone I remembered from college. Too confident, too casual, like he’d never heard the word ‘no’ in his life. “Miss me?”

“What do you want, Ryan?”

“To meet. Tonight. There’s a café on Pine Street, you know the one-”

“The bet’s over,” I cut him off. “Zane kissed me. In front of everyone. You lost. So unless you’re calling to congratulate me, I’m hanging up.”

“Exactly.” He paused, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Don’t you want to get paid?”

I froze.

“What?”

“The bet, Olive. A hundred thousand dollars. You won. Fair and square.” He sounded almost cheerful about it. “So unless you don’t want the money-”

“I want the money.”

The words came out too fast, too desperate, but I didn’t care. I’d just been kicked out of my home. I needed a new apartment, needed to figure out how the hell I was going to survive the next few months without crawling back to Grayson and begging forgiveness.

A hundred thousand dollars would go a long way.

“Thought so,” Ryan said. “Pine Street Café. Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”

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