Page 31 of Wrong Pucking Player

Leaning back enough to look at my girl’s pouting lips confirms I’m on the ball with who’s disturbing her peace.

I wonder what that bitch of an aunt wants with my Darling.

When the phone buzzes again, I decide to retrieve the device from Mackenzie’s shorts.

“You should answer that,” I encourage as I offer her the phone. The look she gives me screams, ‘Don’t you say a word while I’m on the phone.’

In return, I smile innocently.

As if I’m the younger Wyatt who wouldn’t stir up trouble.

These five years have fucked me up.

I guess my girl will have to find out the hard way.

One rule I vowed to myself when I let her walk away.

No one is going to take advantage of her in my presence.

She doesn’t even get a chance to say hello before that obnoxious voice I haven’t forgotten is going on a tangent.

“ALEX! Finally, you picked up the phone! Why are you ignoring my phone call when you haven’t even told me the news?”

Xandra tilts her head to the side as she stares at the phone in utter confusion. I don’t think she grasps that whenever she gets a phone call, she always puts it on speaker.

A bad habit that’s yet to die.

“Um… what?” she finally answers, clearly not following what her aunt is even going on about.

I’m distracting myself for my own sanity—my hands working on slipping Xandra’s legs into her shorts, so when she does slide off the counter, it’s a smooth transition to button them back up.

“You got an internship and didn’t tell me!” she practically screams. The pitch makes my girl flinch, leaving me in a scowling mood that she catches onto immediately.

Giving me a nervous smile, she tries to feign a laugh before muttering, “I literally just found out, Auntie. Um… how do you know about this? I haven’t told anyone yet.”

She hasn’t even gotten the chance to tell me.

That makes my frown deepen because I now have no clue if she planned to tell me or was going to keep it to herself.

Fuck. Why am I getting angry? She doesn’t owe me shit. We’re not dating… fuck.

I want to ask her out right now.

Maybe that would be tacky.

Driven by my cock, more like it.

Not a good look when I attempt to think about it logically.

“AH! Yes, yes. My good friend Sandra works in the school administration record department. I know they’re not supposed to give out such information, but she knows how much I care about your success in life and obvious future, so when I called her a few minutes ago, she gave me the good news!”

I really want to punch something.

Anything.

If I didn’t have morals, I’m sure I would punch this woman in the face and go to jail if it meant she’d stop prying into Mackenzie’s life for her own fucking benefit.

The woman won’t even call her the right name for fuck’s sake.

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