Page 42 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Yes, Coach.” He’s gonna drill my ass outside and say he’s getting the alcohol out of my system.

What I do for my Heartbreaker Queen.

Coach is gone before I can see his expression, the sound of his footsteps going down the next flight of stairs makes me sigh in relief.

Managed not to get yelled at for fucking his daughter.

Has to be the confidence.

Rising up, I look at the bed to confirm Mikayla is still asleep. She’s cuddling a pillow, which is kinda cute.

Attempting to replace my warmth.

She has a cute pout on her face which tells me she’s not very satisfied, but she’s still deep asleep which is a good thing. If it’s the afternoon, she probably doesn’t have plans for this evening.

Would she let me stay over again?

I’m sure the guys are blowing up the group chat, wondering where the fuck did I go last night.

Who I fucked.

I can’t imagine how crazy the notifications are going to be.

Fetching my phone from my pants pocket from last night, I walk back to the bed to grab a blanket and cover Mikayla up. It may not be too chilly yet for September, but with her naked, I rather she’s warm than cold.

Turning the phone on, I have to immediately silence the shit because it’s beeping like a pucking roster.

Jesus Christ, do these fuckers sleep?

Clearly not, cause they’re still buzzing away.

And see, I’m finally online.

WOLFGANG: “COCKAFUCKINGDO ASSHOLE! Finally online.”

DAMIAN: “Ignore him. He’s cranky because he slept alone in his hotel room. Without you.”

ACE: “Why do I have a strong suspicion you were at a certain redhead’s house.”

WOLFGANG: O’RILEY!

DAMIAN: “You know, typing in capitals doesn’t do shit in emphasizing your point.”

ACE: “Let him lose his cool. No one is gonna convince him otherwise until Maddox is back and can calm his tantrum ass down.”

I don’t even try to look at the group chat with the rest of our team.

Our newly made team of players.

They’re from all over the world, but I actually know the majority of them. I have history with many of them from all the travels I did to get experience in the field. We’d be meeting tomorrow, allowing today to be a cheat rest day, which I was thankful for because I needed it.

My body was pretty sore from the flight, but now I was feeling it after last night. I loved sleeping with Mikayla, but I’d have to convince her to get a queen-size bed. She’d worry about it fitting in here, but I’d make it fit.

I’m good at renovating.

My Dad taught me everything he could before he couldn’t anymore.

Deciding to at least try to brush my teeth, I head to the washroom.

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