Page 145 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

My stomach flips with burning excitement.

Just The Three Of Us

~DAMIEN~

“Jagiya?”

Our Heartbreaker Queen is asleep, her head on Maddox’s shoulder while her right hand is in my grasp. I’m not surprised she fell asleep after the one-hour drive that should have taken fifteen minutes.

“Should I go by the front, Sir Owens?” My driver asks.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I instruct.

I have nothing to hide.

“You sure we can stay over?” Maddox asks me while he’s observing the very luxurious complex in the distance.

“I’m sure.” Once we’re in the penthouse, no one will disturb us. “This place will give us more privacy than going to my other place. There are always a few lurking paparazzi there, wanting to get pictures to sell to gossip outlets.”

“So, you got richer since we parted ways,” Maddox concludes, his eyes slowly scanning our surroundings of trees and rows of flowers. By next week, I’m pretty sure many of them will die with how the temperatures will drop with fall finally here.

“Just a tad richer,” I note, my eyes focused on sleeping Mikayla. She looked exhausted by the time we were picked up at the back of the hospital by my driver, but even with her fast asleep, she looks even more drained.

My poor Jagiya.

“Hey, James. What defines a ‘tad’ richer?” Maddox questions James, my driver.

“A tad richer in Sir Owens eyes is securing a few million-dollar investment properties, organizations, and recently becoming in charge of one of the biggest healthcare provider companies in Canada,” he reveals to obviously make me look good.

I knew if Maddox asked, he’d get his answer.

When I was a kid, we’d pick up Maddox whenever we saw him walking to school. Once we became good friends, we’d go to his place and pick him up. That connection gave him the privilege to ask James anything and get a legitimate answer versus other guests who weren’t deserving of such information.

Unlike Maddox, the rest of them are fake as fuck.

Maddox whistles. “Well, fuck,” he curses and looks at me. “So, your parents still want you to become a doctor or are they satisfied?”

The way I smile makes him grunt and shake his head.

“Your parents are wild. They realize for you to become a doctor, it’s going to take a minimum of twelve years at this point,” he points out. “You’re thirty now.”

“Never too old to try,” I reply with a smug look. “Apparently we only got what? Five years top left in hockey before we feel like old ninety-year-old men.”

“I revoke your words,” Maddox huffs which has me laughing.

“You’re lucky we’ve been really good with our stretch and workout routines, but look at some of the others. Especially on the Pincers. They look miserable during their stretches.”

“You’re observant,” he mutters.

“Got to be if you want to always be one step ahead.”

We look at Mikayla, who mutters something and snuggles closer to Maddox.

“I don’t think we’re doing anything tonight,” Maddox voices. “She’s exhausted.”

“Today was rough,” I admit. “When we get inside, let’s let her sleep for a bit. We have to make a few phone calls, anyway.”

“And get her out of that hideous thing,” Maddox grunts in disgust.

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