Page 40 of Pucking Fake

Jordan sends a dirty look at the rest of the team.

"Uh, you looked at him too, you lying dick," River mutters to Nash, who just smirks and glances back down at his phone.

"It was me."

Everyone turns to look at me.

"What the fuck did you do this time?" Joaquin asks.

Archer just shakes his head, looking at me like he already knows. Shit, he probably does. It's goddamn spooky how much of our business he knows before anyone else. And yet…we know damn little of his.

Funny how that shit works.

He isn't nearly as subtle as he thinks he is, though. He may have Micah fooled, but I know damn well that he's been sneaking around with his sister since we played Vegas. I caught them in the elevator together. He was all over her…and she wasn't telling him no.

But that's not my fucking business so I keep my mouth shut and my nose out of it. If he wants to play with fire, more power to him. I'm not going anywhere near those fucking flames.

"Don't worry about it," I mutter to Joaquin, pushing away from the bus to meet Alice.

She draws to a stop a few feet away, her arms crossed and a thunderous scowl on her face. "You told Charles Montaque that you're dating Peyton," she growls.

"He's already running the story?"

She snorts. Loudly.

"I'll take that as a yes," I mumble, scrubbing a hand down my face. "So he has her name already?"

"What do you think?"

"Shit." I tip my head back, looking up at the sky. It's cloudy and overcast. Hopefully we get the fuck out of here before it starts raining. Otherwise, we'll be sitting on the goddamn tarmac for hours, waiting for clearance to takeoff.

Peyton might actually find a way to murder me if she's stuck beside me on the tarmac for hours. She's still pissed that I'm making her fly out for the game with us. I probably should have told her before I demanded that she make herself come for me yesterday, but I wasn't thinking about the game. When I'm with her, she's the only thing I'm thinking about. The rest of the world doesn't even register. But she tried to smother me with a couch pillow, which was basically her squirming all around on my lap with her tits in my face while I pretended to fight her off. Good times.

She might actually murder me for not telling her shit one day, though.

I'll probably deserve it.

I tip my head down, glancing over to where she's sitting in the back of my truck, reading a book. "Peyton," I call, and then wait until she glances up at me. "Come here."

She huffs like I'm getting on her fucking nerves and then reluctantly shoves her bookmark into her book before sliding off the tailgate. She sashays toward me, her lips pursed.

"How can you annoy me again this morning, Mr. Moreno?" she says sweetly. The look in her eyes is pure sass. She's fucking with me just because she can.

Alice chuckles quietly, drawing Peyton's attention to her.

Peyton's eyes widen, her cheeks turning pink. "Oh. Um, hi," she mumbles. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

"Don't mind me," Alice says, holding her hands up. "He annoys the hell out of me, too."

"Why am I not surprised?" Peyton says before cutting her eyes at me. "You're three for three, you know."

"What?"

"She's the third woman who says you annoy the hell out of her. That's not a good hat trick, Logan."

"The only other woman in my life you've met is Lauren," I protest, chuckling.

"I'm counting me as the third. You definitely annoy the hell out of me."

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