Page 233 of Wrong Pucking Player

“I agree with you there,” Diesel grumbles.

“We ain’t famous yet,” Silas reminds.

“Not yet, but fuck. You’d think they would have been more inviting after seeing our amazing gameplay out there on the ice,” Ryker chips in. “They’re playing it on repeat at the bar. No one can say they don’t know who we are.”

“Just gotta keep proving we’re a team to acknowledge,” Denzel emphasizes with determination. “I’m sure many thought we’d lose this round.”

“Can you blame them?” Royce groans as he finishes downing his beer in seconds. “We got a captain who doesn’t give a shit about his own team, but our community is too blinded by his good boy looks to care, and we lost Fraser, who ditched because our advances to his eyes were an insult to him.”

“Where does he think he’d get a higher advance payment of 20k?” Xander huffs. “He was the least experienced in our group. Why would he possibly get 300k advance like Vipers’ older contracts?”

“Yo, Denzel. You were best buds with him. Why was he acting so ungrateful?” Cole genuinely asks.

“He owes a lot of money, like loads worth. His family took a bunch of loans as an excuse to accelerate Fraser’s career, and well, it didn’t go well. Obviously, this was a blessing in disguise because they’re on the verge of homelessness, but then we got our advances, and I guess it just popped his balloon of hope,” Denzel explains and sighs. “We stopped talking when I tried to plead with him not to give up. I feel like he’s going to try the more dangerous route by going with the wrong people who promise big money at a cost. He’s desperate, so my warnings were probably nothing but noise to him. It’s his loss, I guess.”

“Definitely his loss. Lost out on opportunity and a good friend in his corner.”

I take a swig at my beer before my eyes catch on to the sight of Xandra in the distance. She’s coming this way with Caren and Leo in tow.

My mind completely stops while my eyes can’t help but take in how fucking mesmerizing Xandra looks in that ruched teal ombré dress that shifts to a midnight blue with rhinestones.

With spaghetti straps and the material hugging her curvy figure perfectly, I admire how it makes her breasts look fucking immaculate with whatever bra she’s wearing to emphasize their extra plump appearance that’s simply appetizing.

God, I’d suck her nipples right fucking now.

Her blonde hair is much longer, a surprise when she had short hair two hours earlier. It’s obviously extensions, but it blends so perfectly with her current shade that I wouldn’t have guessed otherwise. It’s up in the perfect ponytail, with a few strands cradling her heart-shaped face. The hairstyle, matched with her choice of makeup, makes her look hot as fuck, with a hint of taunting innocence.

Innocence that’s the perfect facade in a place like this.

I catch the click of her heels and her laughter as those parted lips are coated with the perfect plum shade with a hint of glossy teal texture. Matched with the smoky eye, my Xandra is ready to reel in as many eyes as possible with her enchanting grace.

“Damn. Andrews got Cyrus Jr. and Armani seeing a goddess descend from the heavens.” Mitchel whistles, which brings me back to reality as I turn my head to confirm Oscar is fully immersed in looking at Xandra.

He’s not even trying not to look fucking smitten for this woman.

Our woman.

“Well, either you guys play some Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine where she’s sitting or we’re going to need another round of beers for the chaos that will ignite between these two,” Kane suggests.

The three of them arrive not a second later.

“Hey, Pincers,” Caren greets. “Thank god, you guys actually know how to clean up.”

“C’mon, Caren,” Royce groans. “Don’t be a bitch tonight.”

“If I was being bitchy, you’d be apologizing profusely so you don’t get benched for the rest of the season, Dickson,” she snaps back, which makes Royce groan in dismay.

“Send help!” he cries out.

“Or more beer.” Axel laughs and waves at the three of them. “Nice to see you guys all dressed up. Don’t you get tired of wearing scrubs?”

“Of course not. It’s our duty to wear a uniform that we worked four hard years to achieve. Right, Andrews?”

“Mhmm,” Xandra replies, but her eyes are dancing between me and Oscar.

God. She’s not even trying to hide that she’s checking us both out. This may be good or go way fucking bad.

Either way, I don’t think I give a shit.

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