Page 154 of Wrong Pucking Player

I simply sigh.

“How the fuck would I know what you’re doing if I didn’t have my phone, and you obviously didn’t tell me?” This man really isn’t using his common sense. Makes me wonder how he graduated from university.

Oh, right. Thanks to me. When I was stupidly in love with the most popular douche in school.

“You fucking replied, saying ‘fuck you’ when I texted you to get your slow ass down here!” he retorts.

Oh.

Bad Andrews.

I smile.

“Why the fuck are you smiling?!”

“Again, I didn’t have my phone,” I repeat. “Can we drop this?” Acting like a couple fighting about being left on ‘Read’.

“Who the fuck replied to me then, huh? Your fucking cat?”

“Actually, that’s not a weak possibility,” I mutter more to myself, not that I take a second to acknowledge that Mittens did answer the phone earlier.

Smart kitten. I have to get her some cat nip as a reward.

“Andrews.”

I don’t know why the way he says her surname makes me think she’s here, watching the scene unraveling between Winchester and me.

Despite the real reality at hand, I lift my head at his comment, my eyes doing a quick scan of our surrounding to confirm we’re still alone.

It’s only three seconds, but it gives Winchester the ammo he needs to push this topic where it doesn’t need to go.

“It was fucking Andrews, wasn’t it?” He puts more force into his fist that further presses into the palm of my hand. “You’re fucking that cunt bitch?”

Hearing him insult what’s mine does crazy things to my mental space. My thought process is thinking of all the ways I can destroy this man in five seconds while creating a list of various excuses to back my actions up.

Everything I think of is messy as fuck, leaving me feeling unsatisfied that I really can’t screw this man up here and now.

And to think I used to love this man…

No. I still do.

Or else he’d be dead like other pricks who thought they could take advantage of our family.

The Salvatores.

“We switched phones. They look the same.”

Another thing Kenzie and I seemed to have in common. Old ass phones that do the bare minimum. She was an Android girl, but this internship required everyone to have iPhones.

Maybe that’s why we both got the oldest one still compatible with the basic necessities, the iPhone 11.

“Because you can’t even afford a fucking new phone,” he mocks as if he doesn’t know the roles are quite reversed.

I ignore him like I always do, but he just has to add gasoline to the burning flames.

“That ugly bitch is no different. What now? She’s finally putting that body to use and fucking you for money? For someone who follows Mickey like a needy bitch, it’s about time she became a puck bunny to earn some—”

“?????.”

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