Page 42 of Suck My Puck

She shakes her head and taps her fingernails along the bartop. “I told you. That was a one-time thing.”

“I remember what you said.” I hold her gaze, then drop my hand onto the bartop and lean closer to her. “But don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about riding my dick again, pretty girl.”

Those doe eyes widen as her mouth parts, clearly surprised at what I’ve said.

Just then, I hear hollering. I twist around and see a bunch of the guys from the Toronto Titans walking into the bar and over to our table. My teammates stand up to greet them, laughing and joking.

It’s not often that we run into the team we played right after a game, but sometimes it happens. Usually everyone is cool about it, no matter who won or lost. Sometimes things get hairy if there’s a rivalry between guys on either team or one of the guys played dirty. But almost everyone on the Titans is cool. We’ve hung out with them after a game before, and we can all have a good time over a few drinks.

But then I spot Matt Boucher walking in my direction. I bite back a groan. I’ve seen enough of that jackass for one night.

He walks up to me, a smug smile on his face. “Blomdahl. What’s up, man?”

“Not much.” I gulp my champagne.

He looks at my glass, then laughs. “Wow. Really living it up after just one win, huh?”

I clench my teeth as I swallow. He knows I’ve been struggling so far this season. Everyone in the league does. I guess he wants to give me shit over it.

Whatever. I’m not gonna let this prick goad me into a fight.

“Nothing wrong with celebrating a win,” I say to him.

“Hey, man. Whatever you need to do to feel good about yourself.” He smirks. What an asshole.

“Didn’t that Cybertruck you bought to celebrate your contract extension blow up? It was all over TikTok, right?” I say, looking him in the eye.

Boucher was gloating about his contract renewal with the Titans last season on all of his social media accounts and bought a Cybertruck to celebrate. All he posted for weeks were photos and videos of him posing with it. It was obnoxious as fuck. But one night, it blew up in a parking garage in downtown Toronto, causing hundreds of thousands of dollars in damage. It was all over sports news for days.

The smirk melts from his face. He clears his throat and frowns. “Manufacturing problem. The company issued a recall. They’re supposed to send me a new one soon.”

“Ah. Good luck with that.” I let a smile break free.

I dig cash out of my wallet and set it on the counter for Bella, who I just now noticed is staring at Matt with a stricken look on her face.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

But she doesn’t answer me.

I glance at Boucher, who looks over at Bella. His face goes pale, like he’s going to be sick.

For a second, the two of them stare at each other. Mattlooks like he just saw a ghost, and Bella looks like she’s on the verge of ripping his face off.

“Do you two know each other?” I ask.

A bitter laugh falls from Bella’s mouth. She looks at me. “Oh, we go way back. Matt is my ex. He cheated on me. A lot. And he screwed me out of my savings.” She turns to him. “Did I leave anything out, you worthless dickhead?”

Chapter 14

Bella

Ican’t fucking believe it.

Of all the bars in Denver. My ex Matt had to come into this one.Mybar. In the middle of my shift.

I glare at him, taking in the embarrassed look in his eyes.

He clears his throat. “Come on, Bella. That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

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