Page 233 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Me!” Mishka declares. “Mikayla Cross Johnson,” she introduces as she approaches Iris.

“Iris! That’s my professional name on the job. Know me long enough, and you get the real goods,” she declares with an added wink.

“I like that!” Mishka looks delighted to meet this new woman. “I feel like you would love Mack.”

“Mack? Is she fierce like you? If so, then we’ll totally get along,” Iris sweetly states.

“I’ve been summoned!” Mishka’s bestie—or maybe one of her besties now that she’s been getting close to Dimitri—shows up with Wyatt in tow.

She’s wearing a beautiful teal gown that complements her in every way. I don’t spend too much time checking her out because I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.

Or more like Wyatt getting the wrong idea.

“Who’s this divine chick of beauty?!” she exclaims as she gets close to the two women.

“Says the teal goddess,” Iris argues and is taking photos of Mack and Wyatt. “Stay like that for two seconds.”

“I’m assuming this is going to be plastered everywhere,” Wyatt declares.

“You don’t even care if it does,” Mishka points out with a smug smirk.

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “As long as Mack doesn’t kill me for it, sure.”

“Now, why would I kill you?” Mack says sweetly, and you can just tell she would do exactly that and more if we weren’t in public.

“See?” Wyatt gestures. “Her expression screams ‘Wait till we get home’ vibes. I’m destined to die.”

“Well, we’re going back to my dorm to pick that lease agreement, so I can prove my place is haunted,” Mack whines.

“Is that the way you Americans invite a girl over to fuck?” Iris genuinely asks Mishka.

“OMG, no!! No,” Mikayla hollers and laughs. “Mack’s place is seriously haunted. It’s odd as hell. They gave up trying to figure it out. We’re kind of glad it hasn’t caught on fire yet.”

“Ugh, Mikayla!” Mack huffs and walks over to a nearby table to knock on it. “Don’t say shit like that unless you’re knocking on wood!”

“Yeah yeah, my superstitious best friend,” Mishka dismisses before Maddox is behind her and kissing the top of her head. That has a few of the guys cheering at their quick display before Clayton shouts out, “Can you guys be official already?”

“I swear they’re dating,” Ethan groans.

“I don’t think they wanted to be public about it, idiots,” Marcus huffs and slaps both of them behind the head.

“Ow!” they exclaim, but the guys are losing it when Maddox not only has his hand around the front part of Mikayla’s neck, he’s kissing her again for everyone to see.

“Oh!” Iris cheers and goes a few steps back so she can get the perfect angles for a bunch of shots. “Warning you now. This is going to be on the front page of all my social media platforms in fifteen minutes! Captain, move closer to Mikayla, so you look all possessive!”

Ace laughs while Damien shakes his head.

“Photographers are so interesting when they take photos,” Damien admits.

“Hey, it’s a process,” she counters before she smiles our way. “Now, you guys get in position. I need at least five minutes to get a bunch of team photos. Request for silly ones starts now.”

“Yes! I need a new phone wallpaper,” Marcus cheers.

“You’re so silly,” Sebastian notes.

“Marcus probably has posters of all of us on his wall,” Knox points out.

“He does. I saw it at his place,” Liam announces.

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