Page 139 of Wrong Pucking Player

“So, because I didn’t say I was going somewhere, you thought it would be just fine to fuck yourself?”

I’m taken aback by his words, noticing the hint of anger in them.

“How would you even know what I do in my own suite?” There’s this bubbling defiance that pokes its head into my mind, pushing me to defend myself because what the bloody fuck is this?

“Can hear you like a fucking siren, Xandra!” he barks back at me. “Your suite isn’t soundproof like the others!”

“The others are soundproof?” That seems more of an interesting fact because why the hell is theirs soundproof and mine isn’t? “That’s so unfair! Don’t tell me that’s another flaw in this haunted place. Fuck.”

“That’s NOT the point, Mackenzie!”

“Oh, calm the fuck down, Wyatt!” I surprisingly snap back, which shocks him.

I’ve had enough of this.

“THIS!” I begin and point between us. “Isn’t going to work. You can’t be a possessive prick who gets to fuck me whenever he wants but gets mad when others are fucking interested in me! You’re mad because I masturbated in my own home? Why? Because I ain’t calling your name? You want ownership but don’t want to sign the papers sealing the deal!! How fucked up is that?”

“What the fuck has gotten into you?”

“Into me? Nothing has gotten into me! I’m just tired of your bullshit!” I snap. “I’m not a kid, Wyatt. Just because everyone else treats me like one and won’t acknowledge that I’m a damn woman now, doesn’t mean you, of all people, are going to act oblivious to the elephant in the room!”

“This has to be Armani’s fucking influence.”

“AND THANK FUCKING GOD IF IT IS,” I scream and poke him in the chest with enough force to make him take a step back. “At least he treats me like a woman! He praises and doesn’t judge me! We may fight like cats and dogs, but I’m sure that man would be on my side if push came to shove! He’s not making a move out of respect for you, yet here you are! Getting angry at me instead of confronting the real problem!”

“The real problem is you being obsessed with a man who barely knows you!” he screams.

“YOU don’t even know me!” I scream right back. “You’re so fucking scared to even introduce me to your elite family because I’m some sort of disgrace to you!”

“You’re not a disgrace,” he argues. “It’s just complicated. I’ve told you that! Again and again. You don’t want to understand!! Armani wouldn’t even introduce you to his family!”

“WHY?! Because I’m fucking poor?!!”

“No! Fuck… Mackenzie, I don’t know enough to take those damn steps yet!”

“But you can fuck me just fine,” I seethe, realizing how angry I am. How my whole body is shaking as I clench my fists. “You’re allowed to strip my clothes, kiss me, slap me, say things that are true at the moment to get me in a vulnerable state and fuck me to your heart’s content, but when the euphoria is gone and you’re back to your senses, you don’t know me enough. Is that it?”

Wyatt groans and runs his hands through his hair.

“That’s not… fuck. I’m not communicating properly. That’s not what—”

“We’re done.”

He freezes at my words before his eyes widen to see the tears that run down my flushed cheeks.

“Fuck, Xandra… hold on.” He tries to reach out to me, but I’m already back in the apartment, my hand on the doorknob from the inside.

“Let’s focus on what matters… you being the equipment manager and me doing my internship as a team nurse. Other than that, we’re nothing more, Cyrus Jr.”

“Xand—”

“Mackenzie.” My voice is heartless. “You don’t earn the right to call me that. As you said, you don’t know me well enough.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Have a good night, Cyrus Jr. Also, no need to offer your place to me. I’ll use it as an excuse, but I’ll find somewhere else to stay. Not like it’s your business, anyway.”

“Mack—”

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