Page 18 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Even if it was with someone else.

Smile with someone who would be able to give her what she didn’t know she needed yet.

Did I even know what she needed back then?

I did.

I knew, just like the other kings in our crew.

But we were split fifty-fifty, and despite our crew’s name, I couldn’t do that to my girl.

My Mikayla didn’t need a broken heart.

That’s what inevitably happened, though…

Despite the challenges we went through together in our lives, we had to say goodbye and let go. At twenty-five, I left her and this town to chase anything that could make my heart beat as rapidly as it did with Mikayla in my life.

Five years later, standing in the midst of this dance floor, once again, I realize that nothing can make my heart beat faster. Nothing could make me feel so fucking alive. Absolutely no one could make my heart gallop more than Mikayla Cross Johnson.

Who’s heading straight towards me.

Like a moth to a flame, she’s heading toward my burning orbit.

Her eyes are transfixed on mine, like the world around her means nothing, and I’m her prime purpose of existence.

It drives me wild.

Pucking wild.

To have her sole attention when there are so many better options around her in this packed bar. She could get any man she wanted. Reel them in like a hook in the depths of water, and they would all take the bait if it means getting to be with the most beautiful girl in Strattonville.

Yet her mind, body, and soul are set on one individual right now.

Me.

Her Heartbreaker King.

The ex who would bow on his fucking knees and beg for her back.

I can smell her perfume from here. The seductive rich scent reminds me of a bowl of exotic fruit sitting in a dark room in hopes of being eaten. Poisonous, yet far too tempting to resist.

When she reaches me, all I can do is inhale deeply while staring her up and down like my life depends on it.

She was beautiful when I left, but now…

Now, she was a showstopper killer.

I’ll need heart palpitations medication if I keep staring at how fucking beautiful she is in the dim spotlight. How the lights that dance above us only highlight all her beauty points while making her eyes look just as mesmerizing as diamonds. She’s gotten curvier, the way her hips push out in comparison to her cinched waist is making me want to hold her.

Hug her, fuck her against a wall in the dark corner.

I can only imagine how phat her ass is. How tempting it would be to have her ride my cock with the sheer confidence that’s only hers.

Fuck. I want to kiss her so bad.

“Maddox.”

I close my eyes just for a moment as a groan escapes my slightly parted lips.

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