Page 70 of Pucking the Enemy

“We can play it by ear.” Phillip placed a noodle dish in front of me.

Picking up the fork he offered me, I didn’t even bother asking what the dish was. Everything he had made for me had been amazing, and I wasn’t going to question it.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, mouth full of noodles. Phillip cocked his head at me as I quickly chewed and swallowed my mouthful of food. “Is something going on with Seb?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve received a bunch of texts asking if Seb has crabs?”

The guys looked at each other for a split second before bursting into laughter.

“Oh my god, the fucker actually did it!” Roman exclaimed.

“Did what? Wait, what’s happening?”

Phillip firmly pressed his lips together as he tried to contain his laughter, but he was doing a pitiful job at it.

“Cormac may have come up with his own revenge for Sebastian. The pair of them have completely made up since, but he may have laced his hockey uniform with itching powder before he accepted Seb… and it’s just taking effect now.”

My eyes widened as I put my fork down. The food could wait. “Cormac laced Sebastian’s jersey?”

Roman’s face was red, and he had a gleeful expression on his face as he shook his head. “Not his jersey, Duchess.”

The realization hit me. “You gave him an itchy dick?!” I cried.

Roman held up his hands in surrender. “It wasn’t me, Duchess. It was Cormac—though I may have known about the plan and totally approved of it.”

“So, I’m guessing that caused some sort of reaction, which has led to a large portion of the student body thinking Sebastian has crabs?”

“Apparently so!” Roman gleefully exclaimed.

“It seems social media is abuzz with the news that the eligible alpha is now plagued with a venereal disease,” Phillip said against the counter as he scrolled through his phone.

“He’s going to punch you,” I said, simply shaking my head.

Roman shrugged. “He can punch Cormac.”

Two hours later, when Sebastian came home, he looked a little bedraggled. His curls were a mess, his face red and blotchy. As soon as he came through the door, he threw his gear bag on the floor and gave me a pained look.

“I’ve got calamine lotion,” I said with a wince.

“I’m going to need it,” he admitted in a whining voice.

“I’m sorry?”

“Not your fault… I know it was Cormac. That fucker was making jokes about itchy junk last week.”

“I’m sure he’s sorry?”

“He’ll be sorry when I get my revenge.”

“No fighting!” I insisted.

“Oh, there will be no physical fighting, Hazelnut, but I am going to get him back.”

“I’ll make him apologize!”

Seb shook his head, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “I’m pissed I didn’t think of itching powder first. There are so many good revenge pranks, though. You know my reputation is trash now?”

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