Page 117 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Tatted cock?” Oscar begins and smiles.

Full-on, teeth-glimmering smile that lights his whole fucking face.

It’s such a sight, Xandra is gawking in return.

“Andrews, my cock is pierced three times over. Do you want me to get your name on my cock? I’ll do it in a heartbeat,” he proudly declares. “As long as it’s in Moscow. Ain’t doing none of that shit in any part of America.”

“You’re a monster!” Xandra exclaims, but I see the twinkle in her eyes as she leans into whisper. “You’re joking though.”

“About what? Piercings or getting your name on my cock?”

“Both?”

Now Oscar is laughing, and the sound is filled with happiness.

Another first.

“Guess you have to find out, Andrews,” he declares. “Though don’t get your hopes up about the tattoo thing until after this season is over. I gotta go to Moscow for that.”

I assume he’s going to finally turn away and realize our presence, but instead, he leans in until his lips meet their prime target.

Xandra’s.

Her surprise is no different from the rest of us, watching as Armani kisses her firmly on the lips.

The crazy part is, my Xandra kisses him back.

It’s slow and almost gentle, nothing like the kisses I give her that feel desperate and in haste. Armani kisses Andrews like they have all the time in the world.

Like no one is watching their display of affection.

“Go relax,” Oscar encourages. “I’ll make my smoke run quick. Food will be here soon, anyway.”

“O-Okay,” she says quietly, her cheeks flushed.

“Oh. They brought the panels,” Oscar says almost as a distraction. He points in the direction of where I placed the boxes, making Xandra look to her right instead of her left, which would force her to acknowledge us.

“Ah, good. Let me clean up and move some furniture so they have space, I guess. We can eat at the kitchen island.”

“Cool. In you go.” Oscar encourages her, which has her spinning around without seeing us.

“Text me when you need to come back in. I’ll let the concierge know,” Xandra calls out.

They exchanged numbers, too? When? Why?

“Yup,” he replies and closes the door, leaving the hall in a moment of pure silence.

“A shame I’m not in the mood for dramatic confrontations,” Oscar notes as he pulls out a single cigarette and turns his attention to the three of us. “Have to admit though, you guys are quiet as fuck. Almost made me think you didn’t want to disturb us.”

“A-Armani!” Leo hisses, trying to keep his voice down. “What are you doing coming out of Mack’s place?”

“Hmm?” Oscar puts the cigarette in the corner of his mouth while he’s trying to find his lighter. “What do you think men do when they go over to a woman’s house?” He questions while somehow keeping that cig between his lips.

Leo’s face is red in seconds, to the point even his ears are red.

“I-I don’t know. Fuck… when I go over to see Cathy, we don’t do anything but talk and watch anime and shit.”

“How old are you again, Leo?”

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