Page 7 of The Puck Player

“I’ll wait outside for you so we can go for lunch,” Evie tells me, nodding at Mr. Rogers with a smile, before she follows after Alexander, as the rest of the class empties out.

“It’s impossible for me to be in trouble already, right?” I ask, laughing nervously, but Mr. Rogers doesn’t crack a smile. From what I gathered during my first class with him, he seems to be all business, no bullshit.

“I took the liberty of putting together a little extra homework project for you, and the units you have already missed. Read over the topics and answer the questions to the best of your ability, you can email it to me when you’re done, my address is at the top of the page, and then we can discuss.” All of his words are said with the same no-nonsense tone he had throughout the entire class, and all I can do is take the thick file and nod.

“Thank you, Sir, I’ll get it back to you this week,” I smile, but all he does is flick his hand to dismiss me, as he rounds his desk, leaving me to turn on my heels and leave.

I am barely across the threshold of the door when Evie is gripping my arm and looping it with hers. “Well, what the hell was that about?” she asks, smiling wide, and I look at her puzzled.

“Nothing, he just wanted to give me some makeup homework so I can catch up,” I reply, and she looks at me all confused.

“What?” she blinks in wonder before shaking her head. “No, not with Mr. Rogers, you idiot, with Alexander, he didn’t take his eyes off you for the entire class.”

I almost groan inwardly, I should have known I wouldn’t escape an interrogation about him, but what do I even say? That he tossed me over his shoulder effortlessly in a bar and demanded I say his name, that sounds both stupid and crazy, even to me.

“Oh, erm, well it’s like he said, we met at a bar, he was hitting on Malorie while a few frat guys were hitting on me, and she told him I wanted out, so he helped me get away from them, and then we left.” I recall the whole event as casually as I can manage, shrugging for added effect, but her eyes only widen.

“Together?” she almost yells, and I quickly shake my head.

“What? No, of course not, I have a boyfriend, remember, and Alexander issonot my type.”

At that she laughs, as she drags me out of the building and we start heading towards the cafeteria for lunch. “Bree, please, Alexander gives off billionaire mafia daddy vibes, he’s everyone’s type, and he knows it too.”

“Billionaire mafia daddy?” I ask in confusion, and she looks at me like I have gone crazy.

“Don’t you read fanfic?” she asks incredulously, and I suddenly feel inferior.

“What’s that?” I ask, knowing she won’t judge me too harshly, not like Malorie would, and Evie just laughs again.

“Oh, my sweet summer child, you have so much to learn and I am going to teach you,” she tells me sweetly, dragging me along, and I almost open my mouth to ask what she knows about Alexander, but thankfully she beats me to it. “Like I said, Alexander plays on your dad’s team with Jake. He’s their goalie and insanely talented, and of course gorgeous, which I’m sure you’ve already noticed,” she teases, winking at me, and before I can refute her she quickly moves on. “He’s an absolute whore, and richer than god, but he’s totally harmless, I promise.”

Harmless? The blond prince with a jaw that could cut glass, who was staring at me like I belonged to him? Harmless? In what world does she live?

“His position on my dad’s team, his extracurriculars, and his wallet size, do not concern me,” I rush out. “I don’t even know him, and I plan to keep it that way so he will leave me alone,” I tell her truthfully, but my roommate only looks at me with another smirk, as if she doesn’t believe it will be that easy, and what’s worse?

Knowing what I know about him already, there is a small part of me that doesn’t believe it myself.

Aubree Callows, that’s her fucking name. A name that was sent to me via email at 5:30 AM this morning, and promptly tucked away ready for me to deal with tonight, but clearly fate, or divine intervention, had other plans. I always enjoy business class, mostly because it’s fun to see what ridiculous and false tangent Mr. Rogers will take, but the last thing I expected to find when I walked into his classroom today was the little pink pocket rocket who has been stalking my mind since the night we met.

I walked in ready to take my usual quiet spot beside Harper’s girlfriend, and instead found the reason I nearly jerked my cock clean off my body. Looking just as hot as I remember, Aubree is dressed in a fitted purple dress, with her dark pink-tipped hair left loose, looking like a dark angel sent to ruin me, and withjust one look she has me hook, line, and fucking sinker. It took everything in me not to drag her from the fucking classroom, and I was tempted to collar her after the fact, but as Mr. Rogers asked to see her, I heard Evie saying she will wait for her to go to lunch.

Perfect.

Evie has been dating my teammate, Jake, for fucking ever, which means I know when she eats lunch with him, and today is one of those days. I practically skip to the cafeteria with a smile on my face, grab some food, and make my way to our usual table, where half of the team is already situated. Nova, our captain and my roommate, is sitting with his arm slung around his girlfriend, Maddie, and beside her is Hallie, her best friend, and Hallie’s husband, Josh. Jake and Archer, my other housemates, sit across the table, along with Archer’s boyfriend, Daemon. There are a few more guys from the team too, all of which are deep in discussion with Nova and Jake about our upcoming games, but I pay them no attention, as I slide onto the bench beside Archer and focus on the entryway.

Not even five-minutes later I am rewarded, when Evie pushes through the doors with Aubree Callows in tow, completely unaware of the amount of eyes now on her. Fuck. I don’t think she realizes just how tempting she is. Her outfit is modest, conservative even, given what most of the girls here wear, yet with a body like hers, the fabric clings to every bump and curve, drawing every eye in the vicinity to her perfection. Her ample fucking tits are stretching the fabric in a way that has me wanting to rip it from her skin, and the wide set of her hips means every step she takes is actually a sway, pulling your attention to her perfect fucking ass.

Fuck.

What I would do to bury my fucking face between those thighs, and suffocate while worshipping every curve of her body.

“Who are you staring at so hard?” Archer cuts in, pulling me from my fantasy before I can run away with it again, and following my line of sight as I pay him no attention, keeping my focus on Aubree. “Woah, she’s fucking hot,” he adds, and my head finally snaps towards him to see who he is talking about, and sure enough, now he is staring at her too.

Just like every other fucker in here.

“Why don’t you focus on sticking your tongue back down your boyfriend's throat,” I snap a little too quickly, and his gaze flicks to mine as he smirks.

“Hmm, a little touchy there, Alexander, who is the mystery girl? Have we finally found your Achilles’ heel?” he muses quietly, now watching me carefully, but I keep my face blank as I glare at him.

---