Page 15 of The Puck Player

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting on with our lesson,” I tell her simply, once again trying to take the books, but she keeps them in a tight hold.

“Oh please, you expect me to believe thatyou’remy tutor.” The way she emphasizes the words tells me she really does think I am a complete idiot, and I can’t help but smile at her audacity. I have a 4.0 GPA and already successfully run multiple businesses and companies thanks to my father’s expertise, yet she is looking at me like I couldn’t even work out how to get dressed in the morning by myself.

“Would you prefer to see it in writing?” I ask, not exactly joking, but all she does is scoff, pushing back her chair and grabbing her books and bag, storming from the room.

I have no choice but to follow after her, and when I catch up she is mumbling something about stalking asshole jocks, and I swallow my laugh as I take up stride by her side. Of course she doesn’t acknowledge my existence, acting like I’m not even there as she storms all the way to the building that houses our business class. It takes us ten minutes to get across campus, and when we get inside we find Mr. Rogers leaving his office for the day, and when he spies us, he looks nothing short of pissed off at our presence.

“Miss Callows, Mr. Reign, to what do I owe this unfortunate visit?” he grumbles, locking his door, and I let Aubree take the floor with a smile, as I come to lean on the wall behind her.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Rogers, but I was waiting in the library for my tutor,” Aubree starts, but our professor cuts her off.

“And I can see you found him, so what seems to be the problem?”

I can’t see from my position, but I have no doubt that there is pure outrage on Aubree’s face, as she points back at me and replies, “Him? He’s my tutor? The hockey jock who I didn’t see pull out a single book in your classes last week?”

Mr. Rogers flicks his stare between the two of us, no doubt annoyed at not just the conversation, but the reminder of our difference in IQ, because he huffs loudly. “Mr. Reign is one of the smartest students I have ever come across in all twenty years of my teaching, and you should think yourself lucky that he offered to step in and tutor you, Miss Callows. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner I need to get to.”

The professor doesn’t even spare us a second glance as he rushes past us down the hall, and I keep my eyes on Aubree as she remains frozen on the spot. I know what she must be thinking, how can a dumb jock be her tutor, but she only has her own bias to blame for that, and I am going to enjoy every moment of this.

“Well, since we wasted so much time confirming I am in fact your tutor, it’s probably pretty pointless going back to the library. So, your place or mine?”

At my words she whips around with her face full of fury. “How is it possible that you’re my tutor?” she huffs, heaving her bag onto her shoulder, and I don’t hesitate to reach out and take it from her, tossing it over my own.

“A mixture of my 4.0 GPA, responding to Mr. Rogers’ email first, my charming personality, and an incessant need to spend time with you,” I gleam, before turning on my heel and stridingaway from her, and I only know she follows thanks to the thud of her wedges.

“You mean you’re a cocky, overbearing asshole who can’t take the word no for an answer,” she huffs, struggling to catch up to me, and I gently slow my pace to match hers.

“Look at you, love, you already know me so well,” I tease, moving to open the door and holding it open for her. “So, your place or mine?” I ask again, and she stares daggers at me.

“Hell would have to freeze over before I invite you to my place,” she grits, before brushing past me and shoulder checking me as she goes.

“My place it is,” I muse with a smile, watching the curve of her ass as she storms ahead out of the building, and fuck does she look good walking away from me. When I eventually catch up she is stewing in silence, as I guide her through the short walk around the edge of campus towards Hockey Row, but I’m not one to let silence deter me. “My father is the CEO of a huge technology company and had me in boardrooms with him before I could even talk. When I was thirteen he gave me my first million, and by the time I was fifteen I had turned it into five. I now have more money than I know what to do with, have a seat on the board at his company, and also manage a few of my own, so I may be just a dumb jock to you, but whether you like it or not, I am more than capable of helping you.”

With every one of my words her shoulders relax a little, and by the time we make it to my street she isn’t scowling anymore, so I’m taking that as a win. When she still doesn’t say anything, I sigh, not bothering to say anything else, but as we reach the path that leads to my house, she grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have made presumptions that you weren’t smart, I don’t even know you and I chose to judge you,” she starts softly, shifting in her stance a little. “But in my defense, you have done nothing but act like a cocky, playboyprince charming asshole, from the moment we met,” she snaps with a little more snark and another glare in my direction, before she quickly adds, “No offense.”

My smirk is uncontrollable. “No offense taken, love, I am a cocky, playboy prince charming asshole,” I muse with a smile, before tipping my head towards the house. “Yet I still convinced you to come home with me.” I tug on one of her pink-tipped curls, before walking backwards towards my house so I don’t miss her angry stare. “And you thought I wasn’t smart, huh?”

Aubree follows me with a stomp, still glaring, as she huffs, “You really are an annoying asshole.”

“I think I prefer charming asshole,” I muse as I open my door, holding my arm out wide to gesture her inside, and she pushes past me once more in an attempt to piss me off, but jokes on her, because every brush of her against me has me hard as fuck.

I don’t even get a chance to turn around or close the door before she squeals out my name in horror. “Alexander!”

Spinning around quickly I find a sight I have become accustomed to in the last couple of weeks. Well if I’m being honest the last couple of months, they weren’t exactly good at hiding things. Daemon has Archer bent over the back of the sofa, and they are going at it like damn rabbits. No wonder Aubree is so surprised, I’m sure she and her purity ring have never seen anything like it, but me on the other hand, well, this is just a normal Monday around here now.

“Oh hey guys, this is Aubree,” I start, finally closing the door behind me, noting Aubree shielding her eyes in a desperate attempt to escape the situation. I appraise my two teammates with nothing but nonchalance, as I continue, “Aubree, the guy bent over the sofa is my roommate, Archer, and the one fucking him is his boyfriend, Daemon.”

Aubree stutters as she responds, “Erm, yeah, we met on Friday at the party.” Both her cheeks are stained pink, and it sends ungodly thoughts racing through my mind, especially considering the display in front of us. “Alexander,” she adds, saying my name with nothing but a plea.

“Fuck off, Reign,” Daemon grunts, coming to her aid and not faltering in his thrusts, and I roll my eyes at the moody fucker.

“Alright, keep your dick in your boyfriend, Forbes, we’re going.” I turn back to Aubree who is still covering her eyes, and I smirk as I guide her away from the sex show and towards the stairs.

She keeps her eyes covered until we are in my bedroom with the door closed, and only once she is sure that it’s safe does she pull them away. “Alexander,” she scolds, and I have to will my cock not to fucking react. “I cannot believe you just did that!” she adds in outrage, staring at me with nothing but accusation.

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