All Chapters of Love On Ice: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*ERIC*It’s been days since I last heard from Jamira. The last time I saw her was during the sleepover. This cycle is really getting to me. Whenever I see her, it’s exciting and mind-blowing, but then she suddenly goes silent.This drives me crazy and makes me want to be even closer to her at the same time.I took Kayla to school on Monday morning and again this morning, but she wasn’t there. That’s not like her. I texted and called her once, but she didn’t answer. She would have replied by now.My mind went racing, and I almost forgot that I was in a meeting with one of the most powerful men in the city. We all knew who he was and what he was about. It was typical mafia stuff. I can’t tell you how many meetings we get with people like him who want us to “help” with their paperwork and fix the numbers.We don’t usually mix with them because it can quickly become dangerous. I value my workers and their lives, so I try not to get involved in those kinds of affairs. However, I will say t

JAMIRAIn those two days off work, my wounds healed significantly. My face had noticeably reduced in size. Although it still had healing to do, it currently appeared puffy, as if I had been lying on it incorrectly. My arms are covered, so I’m not concerned about that. However, I was worried about my neck. The bruises had become a lighter purple compared to four days ago, but they were still noticeable.I practiced covering my neck with makeup, but it looked much darker than my face. Perhaps I’ll just try a jacket or a scarf. I didn’t want to miss any more workdays, so I had to find a solution.My phone buzzed with a message from Eric. I couldn’t let him see me like this. He’d go crazy. He had already shown signs of jealousy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was possessive as well. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a sweet and caring guy, but I can’t quite say much about his temperament yet. But if I had to guess, it wasn’t good.When I didn’t respond, he called. Ayana walked into the room, ho

*JAMIRA*It had been about three weeks since I had been at Ayana’s house, and I had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. However, I still occasionally missed my own home. It was simply a comforting thought, knowing that my belongings were there.My wounds had healed, and even my back had finally scabbed up, allowing me to jump into the shower without any pain. I was so excited that I could go back to wearing short sleeves and strapless tops that I had almost forgotten that it wasn’t summer, and the weather was barely warm outside.I had also helped Ayana with her mother, and they were both grateful for my assistance. As a result, I had even gotten closer to her mother. We had engaged in conversations about various topics, and we had even discovered a show that we both enjoyed watching together. It was a show about a lawyer who suffers from short-term memory loss but manages to continue working and often forgets the people in her personal life, yet she still manages to win her cases.

*ERIC* It’s been three weeks since the incident with Jamira. The images of her back, neck, and arms are permanently etched in my mind. I can vividly recall how she appeared in my front seat, her face filled with terror as if she feared he’d return and harm her if she spoke up. I knew I had to take action. My therapist criticizes me for being too intense and impulsive. I dismiss her advice because I don’t understand her perspective. She suggested that I step back and stop taking on other people’s problems as if they were my own. But to me, that’s love. How else can you express your care than by helping to make their lives easier? It’s my love language: acts of service. I wanted to be there for Jamira, to be her protector and create a safe space for her. However, I couldn’t comprehend why she hadn’t left him like I had stated. It was more of a suggestion than a command. After work that day, I returned home to get dressed in all black and put on my ski mask. I had taken a metal bat f

“Uh, uh, girl, that’s the third time today,” Ayana said, rubbing my back and holding my hair as I violently vomited. I slid down beside the toilet, wiping sweat off my forehead, trying to muster the strength to get up and wash away the disgusting taste in my mouth. “I just need some electrolytes and some rest.” “No, girl, you need to pee on a stick.” “There’s no way. He used a condom every time.” “Condoms break, Mira. I really think you should take a test to at least rule it out.” “The only way I’m taking one is if you do it with me.” “You’re so childish,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You think I don’t know about Jeremy?” “Mira, you’re in my business?” “You damn right. You’ve been so secretive these days and smiling a little too hard at your phone when his name pops up.” “Okay, but I’m grown.” “No, you’re busted.” She reached out to help me onto the edge of the bathtub. There, I found some relief from the cool wall against my head. I had vomited so much that my vision was