Page 131 of Pucking Obsessed

Plus, it will give D’Angelo the excuse to give me a birthday spanking.

D’Angelo quirks a questioning eyebrow, when he catches my gaze.

Whoops, I’m obviously not hiding how much that thought is turning me on.

“Problem, love?” Shay leans across the table, concerned.

“Nope, no problem here,” I ramble. “All’s good. Beer, family, and friends. It’s—”

“She’s probably worrying about when the birthday spanking is happening.” Neve pushes her glasses more firmly onto her nose. I freeze. Has everyone in this bar turned into a mind reader? I’m in serious trouble. “You know, it’s okay if you’re the one to spank D’Angelo. Break tradition. And break the patriarchy.”

“Thanks,” D’Angelo drawls. “Always an ally.”

Michael chuckles.

Unexpectedly, Tom weaves his way through the crowds to the booth.

I quickly drop the beer back onto the table and snatch the Bloody Robyn Hood, dragging it closer. I wrinkle my nose, as it sloshes over the side onto my hand.

Hopefully, it’s not toxic enough to burn my skin.

Tom is carrying a large bottle of champagne.

His jade eyes sparkle with excitement. “Enjoying the cocktail? Is it good?”

“Hmm,” I lick my lips. Am I overdoing it? “Delicious.”

“I can make it for you, whenever you like.”

Shay huffs a laugh.

I cringe, forcing myself to smile. “Great.”

To my surprise, Tom drops the heavy champagne bottle onto the table in front of me. “This is from the man at the bar.”

Confused, I stand and peer over at the bar.

I don’t recognize anyone.

“Who was it?” Neve demands.

Tom pales. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not, Tom.” Suddenly, anxiety surges through me. “What did he look like?”

“Was he handsome?” D’Angelo launches himself to his feet. His expression is worryingly flat. “Blond?”

Tom glances between us. “Yeah.”

D’Angelo paces forward, scanning the crowds. He’s ashen, as if he’s about to hurl.

It must have been D’Angelo’s obsessed stalker.

The man who sent the cuff links, diamond Rolex, and the Halloween costume.

So, it’s not the leader of the Misfits, Vega.

It’s a man.

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