Page 17 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

Why Raymond Blue seems to have it in for me, I don’t know. But there’s no doubt that he has hates me—in loads.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks, noticing my sudden halt.

“It’s Raymond Blue,” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan follows my gaze and curses under his breath. “Shit. Get out of here before he spots you. I’ll handle the media.”

He knows Raymond as well and he was one of the few right by my side as I went through my bouts of painful shit. Ryan hands me a hooded fan sweatshirt I know he was planning to give away. I nod my thanks, quickly pulling it on and drawing the hood over my head. Blending into the crowd, I slip out through the back without being recognized.

The cool night air hits my face as I walk past the turnstiles, my heart still pounding from the near encounter. Just as I’m about to exit, something catches my eye.

I stop. It’s Holly. She’s speaking with a man.

None of your business, Carter. Keep walking.

But something makes me stop and look closer.

It’s the guy from the club, the one who claimed her that night.Her ex-boyfriend?What the hell is he doing here? She looks terrified. Every fiber of my being tells me to mind my own business, but I can’t. I walk closer, my pulse quickening.

I watch as she tries to walk past him, but he blocks her way.

"Where do you think you're going, Holly?" he asks in a loud voice.

"Out of your way."

I hear the shakiness in her voice that she’s trying to hide. Holly’s probably doing her best to keep her cool right now.

I take a step closer, but stop again. I’ve been on her case for not minding her business. Walking in there will be breaking my own rules.

The smug boyfriend barks a harsh, grating sound that barely sounds like laughter. "You look like a mess."

I suddenly want to punch him. Hard. Smack a swift uppercut that’ll shut up that bastard. The hell she looks like a mess. She looks hot. She’s in shorts that reveal long, dreamy legs that stretch sexily into Nikes, and she has a big fan hoodie like mine on. Lauren must have given her those. She’s sexy-fine, and the bastard knows it. He’s just trying to rattle her.

"And you look like a desperate wannabe."

Good on you, Holly. Nice retort.

He smirks. "Still got that fire, huh?"

"Whatever."

Her eye roll makes me break into a smile. There’s a fiery side to Holly Bennett, and I love it.

He steps closer to her. I take a step and hold back again. She can handle herself, Carter. Trust that she can.

"You know, I could make you a star again."

Her sarcastic laughter rings in the empty space. "Is that so?"

The bastard nods. "I have connections, Holly. I can get you back on top."

I scoff and Holly follows suit. We’re in sync here, aren’t we?

"I don't need your pity. I'm good," she says, trying to sound indifferent.

He takes a step closer, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't be stupid, Holly. You know you want this."

As soon as I see him grab her arm, I push away from the wall, determined to stop things before he could hurt her.

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