His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 194: Olive's Pov

The tiny little deal we had, the changing of the locks, was somehow tied to this Cole’s current revelation.

"So instead you kept it secret," I said bitterly. "Just like you kept Cole watching us secret. Just like you've kept so many things secret."

"I was trying to protect you," Zane said quietly.

"By lying to me?" I challenged. "By making decisions about my life without my input? By treating me like I'm too fragile to handle the truth?"

"You're right," Zane admitted. "I fucked up. I should have told you about the cameras the second I found them. Should have let you decide how to handle it instead of making that choice for you."

I looked at Cole, who was standing there with his arms crossed, clearly waiting for this to somehow work in his favor.

"You're disgusting," I said to him, my voice cold. "You violated me in ways I can't even fully process right now. And you're standing there acting like you had any right to do what you did."

"I was protecting you—" Cole started.

"No," I interrupted. "You were controlling me. Stalking me. Violating my privacy in the most invasive way possible. And if you ever come near me again, I will file every restraining order, every police report, every legal document I can to make sure you never get the chance to hurt me again."

Cole's face went pale.

"And you," I said, turning to Zane. "You removed the cameras. That's good. But you should have told me. You should have trusted me to handle it."

But he remained quiet, not saying a word.

I felt exhausted suddenly, completely drained, like all the fight had left my body.

"I need to go," I said, pushing past both of them toward the exit.

And just as I took a step right past Zane, his hands came, grabbing against my left arm, the second his hand touched me, the second his fingers wrapped around my arm, I felt something shifted in the air between us, something electric and dangerous and so intense I almost couldn't breathe.

"Let me go," I said, but my voice came out weaker than I intended.

"No," Zane whispered, his voice huskier to my hearing, and instantly, he pulled me toward him, his other hand coming up to wrap around the back of my neck, holding me in place so I had no choice but to look at him. "Not until you hear what I have to say."

"I don't want to hear it," I protested, but I wasn't pulling away, wasn't fighting him, my body betraying me by leaning into his touch even as my mind screamed at me to run.

"I fucked up," Zane said, his voice low and rough and so raw it made my chest ache. "I fucked up in ways I can't fully apologize for. I made decisions about your life without your input. I kept things from you that you had every right to know. I let my need to protect you override your right to know the truth."

"You did," I agreed, my hands coming up to push against his chest but not actually pushing, just resting there feeling his heartbeat hammering almost as fast as mine.

"But I'm not sorry for wanting you," Zane continued, his thumb brushing across my jaw in a way that made me shiver. "I'm not sorry for claiming you in front of Cole. I'm not sorry for making sure everyone who looks at you knows you're mine."

"I'm not yours," I said automatically, even though we both knew it was a lie.

"You are," Zane said, and something in his eyes made my breath catch. "You've been mine since the moment I first touched you. Since the first time you looked at me like I was worth something. Since the first time you trusted me with your body and your fears and your broken pieces."

"Zane—"

"And I know I don't deserve you," he interrupted, his forehead coming to rest against mine. "I know I've done things that should make you run as far away from me as possible. But I'm asking you not to. I'm asking you to give me a chance to be better, to do better, to treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

"How can I trust you?" I whispered, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "How can I believe anything you say when you've kept so many things from me?"

"You can't," Zane admitted. "But can you keep a secret?”

He whispered, before his lips came crashing against mine, intensely and hard.