Page 7 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

“Mr. Mysterious?” I blurt out, the nickname slipping out before I can stop it.

He raises an eyebrow. “Mr. Mysterious?”

I start to piece it together—his Chicago Blizzards jacket, his strange presence in an L.A. club.

“You’re that guy from the club,” I mutter, more to myself than to him. I curse under my breath as recognition dawns on his face as well.

“You’re the woman who was cheating on her boyfriend with me.”

My face flushes with anger. “I wasn’t cheating.”

“Sure,” he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s exactly what a cheat would say.”

My hands clench into fists. “Listen, you approached me first, and you don’t know anything about me or my situation. That night was a mistake I’d rather forget, and you were just a part of it.”

He crosses his arms against his smooth, muscular chest.

Hairless, just the way I like my men.

“Well, your mistake is standing right in front of you. I guess the world doesn’t want you to forget about it yet.”

The tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife.

"I-I..." I stammer, trying to find my voice.

He laughs, a short, bitter sound. "I’m listening?"

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.Just when is the universe going to give me a break from this pit of hell that’s been my life the last four months?

"Look, this is ridiculous. Let's just forget about that night and deal with the fact that we're both standing here in the same apartment."

He runs a hand through his wet hair. "I’m listening..."

Before I can say anything else, Lauren stands there, looking from me to the man in front of me. Her eyes widen in shock.

"Oh my god," she gasps.

The man, whose name I still don't know, lifts a perfect eyebrow. "Hi, Lauren" he greets as casually as any man standing in a towel in front of two women could.

“I could hear you two from downstairs. What’s going on?” She steps into the room, raising her own eyebrow at the sight of us. “Do you know each other?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

I glare at him, but he only lifts the corner of his lips in a smirk. “I don’t know you.”

“Well, unfortunately,” he drawls, “I know the kind of person you are, and that’s enough.”

Lauren’s eyes widen with curiosity. “Holly, what’s going on?”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. “He’s the man I met in the club the night I broke up with Jake.”

Lauren’s eyes light up. “He’s Mr. Mysterious?”

He groans, looking between us. “What the hell does that name mean?”

I look away in mortification and Lauren just smiles. “It’s great you’ve met before. Holly, this is Ethan Carter, star forward of the Chicago Blizzards. And Ethan, this is Holly Bennett.”

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