His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 87: Olive's Pov

I froze and slowly turned to look at the man standing right behind me, feeling my heartbeat suddenly start racing so fast I thought it might actually break through my ribs.

"Zane... you're here. What are you doing here?"

I was still shocked because the last thing I'd expected was to see him at my family's house, showing up unannounced like he had every right to be here.

But his eyes were still on the man behind me, on Alonso, and Alonso was staring back at him with equal measure, like they were sizing each other up in some silent competition I didn't understand.

Then Zane's eyes found mine slowly, and they looked... normal, you couldn't find any obvious emotions in them, but that was Zane, never breaking, always on point, never faltering even when you knew something was happening beneath the surface.

"I decided to pay my girlfriend a surprise visit," he said, stepping towards me with that confident stride that made my stomach flip. "But it seems you're having a good time, muffin."

His hands circled around my waist instantly, and my body smashed hard against his chest, electric sparks flying through every nerve ending, enough to make me gasp and have the overwhelming smell of his cologne flood my senses along with the feel of his tight abs pressed against me.

"Zane..."

"Shh, muffin," he said, and this close I could see how his eyes had darkened, how they looked so different from before, not cold and not warm either, just something unexplainable that was purely Zane. "I called you three times and you didn't answer."

"Zane..." I whispered, my cheeks suddenly burning hot.

I never saw it coming, his lips crashing hard against mine in a way that sent my entire body on fire, his hands wrapping tighter around my waist while his other hand palmed my ass as he kissed me like he was claiming territory, his lips trailing to my lower lip and biting down hard enough to pull a gasp from my throat.

"Oh my God, Olive..."

A voice said, breaking through our moment, and I froze realizing who it was.

I slowly pulled away from Zane, becoming aware again that Alonso was still standing there watching us, and this time he wasn't alone, my step-cousin Vanessa was with him looking like she'd just witnessed the event of the century.

"Oh my God, is this who I think it is?" she said, her voice coming out high-pitched and excited, almost shrieking.

"And you guys are just... fuck, do you need a room or something?" She chuckled hard, her mouth hanging wide open, but all her attention was laser-focused on Zane like I'd suddenly become invisible.

"Vanessa..."

But her hand hovered in the air, stopping me mid-word.

"I'm fucking seeing Zane Mercer in the flesh, not just in flesh but making out with my cousin... God, Alonso, did you see all of that? It's fucking Zane Mercer in the flesh."

I heard Zane almost chuckle before he whispered lightly into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, "I like her..."

And I shot him a side-eye that said ‘don't encourage her.’

"Yes, this is Zane, you've said that like three times now," I said, trying to stop her before she did something stupid like walking up to Zane and asking him inappropriate questions about his body or his life.

"Oh come on, Olive, you don't need to get all possessive," she whined, actually whined like a literal baby.

"Alonso, it's nice to meet you, maybe you need to take her inside..."

"No, no, you don't get to do that, Olive," Vanessa interrupted, stumbling slightly. "Just because I mentioned that you deserved this, all of this, doesn't mean I actually meant it, I just wanted you to feel comfortable because how did you even get him and—"

"Enough, Vanessa, that's enough," Alonso said, his voice firm as he grabbed her by her arms and picked her up like she weighed absolutely nothing. "Come on, you've had enough to drink."

What caught my attention was the way his arms flexed when he lifted her, I could see how ripped he was beneath his shirt, he looked like something that had walked straight out of hell, and I shouldn't be thinking about how hot he looked when I was literally in the arms of Zane Mercer.

Alonso ignored Vanessa's shrieking protests about how disrespectful he was being as she yapped over his shoulder, and I guessed she was way too drunk to actually fight him properly.

But Alonso did turn back to look at me, gave me a stare that made my entire body shake slightly, and without even caring that Zane was giving him the most intimidating glare I'd ever seen, he said, "See you later, and it was nice catching up with you, Peach."

He walked back into the house carrying a now-weakened Vanessa, not even throwing Zane a second glance.

And the second he left our presence, silence enveloped us, or rather Zane remained completely quiet in a way that felt heavy and loaded with unspoken words.

I turned around, trying to push out from his hold, but he still held me tight, and this time there was more underlying weight in the way his hands gripped my waist, possessive and firm.

"Peach?"

That was the only thing he said, and I understood exactly what he meant even though it was just one word hanging between us like an accusation.

"It's nothing, Zane," I said, still trying to push out from his hold. "I just met him now and he kept me company before you came, which you never informed me you were doing by the way."

Instantly he turned me around, fast and sharp, enough to make our faces come right into contact with each other, so close I could see every detail of his expression.

And the way he was staring at me, I could see the emotions in his eyes this time, they were clear instead of locked away or neutral in ways I never understood, but right now they were visible and raw.

"Zane..."

"You like him," he said, and it wasn't a question.

"Zane, I don't—"

"I saw the way you looked at him, how your eyes glinted when you stared at his arms," he continued, his voice low and controlled. "You like him."

"No, I don't, I do not—"

His finger came to touch my lips fast, cutting off whatever I was about to say.

"Shh," he said, his finger slowly tracing the contour of my lips in a way that left me gasping. "I want you to admit it."

"Do you like him?" he asked again, making it clear this time that it was a question demanding an answer. "That's all I'm asking."

"Zane, we're in public, anyone could see us..."

"I don't give a fuck who comes in or out of this house," he said, his voice dropping even lower, more intense. "Answer me. That's the only thing I care about right now."

I stared at him, shocked and confused, and yet only one answer was streaming through my head despite everything.

"No, I don't..." I started, but his hand was still playing across my lips, sending electric sparks through every corner his fingers left a mark on.

"But?" he prompted, and I could hear something in his voice that sounded almost dangerous.

I swallowed hard, closing my eyes slightly before forcing myself to be honest.

"But he's hot, and bold, and he's the first person I know to ever stand up to you to any degree, so yes, he fascinates me," I admitted, opening my eyes to meet his. "But I don't like him, not the way you're implying."

He stopped moving, and I was expecting him to be angry, to pull away or say something cruel, but he wasn't angry at all, instead he held up a smile, a real genuine smile that actually reached the corners of his eyes in a way I rarely saw.

"Good," he said, and there was satisfaction in his voice. "I was hoping for that answer."