Page 15 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

I bite my lip, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Maybe he was just being friendly. You know how guys can be. Plus, Wells is a well-known playboy and troublemaker. He was, more than likely, trying to piss off my dad. And it worked.”

“Damn,” she mutters. “He’s good.”

He was.

Especially in bed, my God.

“He is,” I agree. “They won the game, and my father will work his team to death to beat them.”

“When is that?”

“No clue,” I lie, knowing very well the game is tonight. I open my Instagram account to check all my comments and respond to some of them.

“Things are good then, with James?” she asks.

I glance up at her again, and for the last time, I’m tired of talking about this.

I inwardly groan. “Yeah.”

“Alright,” Chloe concludes. “Thank you for my lover.”

Shaking my head at her love affair for bougie coffee drinks, I notice a few DMs and check those first.

Then I notice Judson Wells’ name tucked between a few messages, which practically blinds me.

My breathing instantly stops, and I gape at his name. I begin to break a sweat immediately.

What in the world is he doing?

Not only that, but why?

You’d think that, under our circumstances, we’d both be on the same page about this—that it is a no-no to the highest extreme.

Yet, there’s no harm in opening up a message, right?

WELLS: You’re a hard woman to find. I had to search the Internet for you, and it was a process. But thanks to your articles, I learned the difference between serums and oils.

I roll my eyes because, even if he’s being a smartass, I’m proud of my work.

RORY: What are you doing, Killer?

WELLS: Thankfully, speaking to you, Snowflake. How are you?

RORY: Confused.

WELLS: Why?

RORY: I’m still waiting for an explanation for why you’re stalking me.

WELLS: I thought maybe the other night would be a good clue.

WELLS: However, I don’t mind clarifying that you’ve been on my mind.

Yeah, this is exactly the textbook definition of trouble.

I’m a dabbler in it myself. I’ve pushed boundaries and rules for fun. However, some of them have almost landed me into some crap, and I don’t need my father losing his mind over more than he already does.

RORY: You know this isn’t going to end well.

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