Page 266 of Wrong Pucking Player

That’s a promise, Xandra.

FUNDRAISER BALL TURNED WRONG

~MACKENZIE~

“I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Pull over!”

I lose it in laughter, making my sexy, hot, stylish in the perfect tailored tux goalie give me a judgmental look.

“You’re the one driving, silly,” I remind him and point to the road. “Focus!”

“You’re making it extremely hard to do that with that damn dress of yours,” he grumbles.

I’ve been a horrible taunt to this man all afternoon, and I know he’s fighting every urge to pull the car over so he can pull me into the woods and fuck me senseless before the fundraiser ball.

If we weren’t late, that would be the perfect way to start this grand night.

I really wanted us to get there because I’m certain many people will be looking out for Oscar and wanting various things from him.

Statements, pictures, TikTok’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked for a few full-on interviews revolving around the team’s performance.

The Pincers already had a few games since our magnificent first win, so now people were preparing to place their bets between Pincers and Vipers.

Despite our secured futures, any good exposure would help the team, regardless. I was really hoping Oscar and the majority of the Pincers would be offered additional sponsorships and deals after this.

I secretly hope Winchester gets nothing.

Armani is in a dark red suit, the color something so different from what I’m sure everyone is going to assume would be black.

I’m wearing teal, my go-to color, but the shade has a shift effect that shimmers to dark red when the light shines on certain places.

Somehow, Katherine managed to get me this in time for the ball, despite the extremely short notice. I really have to thank her with a girl’s day out of shenanigans. She’s been such an amazing friend this internship.

To think when I started, I thought we’d be enemies.

Now, I genuinely want to be her best friend.

I can’t wait for all of this to be over so that I can introduce her to Mikayla. I feel like if she knew the real Katherine and not the Caren with a C, we’d all be best of friends.

Let’s manifest it.

“My bad,” I answer Oscar before reaching over to place my hand on his, which is casually resting on the driving shift stick. He doesn’t hesitate to lift his hand and slip it away so he can grip my hand properly before tugging it to rest on his right knee.

That makes me want to lean over and rest against him, which I gladly do, my head resting on his shoulder. I angle it well enough, so my makeup won’t rub off on his dress shirt. I doubt he’d mind, especially when his suit coat is hanging in the grip handle behind the driver’s seat. It’ll cover it if anything.

“Are you nervous?” I ask.

“Nah.” He’s calm as ever. “I can’t wait for it to be over with so we can grab Mittens and go to your place.”

“God, me too.” I mean it.

After letting Wyatt see my place, all that anxiety around him knowing where I lived felt so dumb. He absolutely loved the place, saying it had a different vibe from Oscar’s, yet it somehow complemented his in an intriguing way. Made him feel like he was leaving one world and entering another, but they both have a unique connection that runs through both apartments.

It was intriguing to listen to him explain how he felt while he admired the cozy place and thanked me for giving him the privilege to enter my beloved home.

“Crazy how this season is finally coming close to the end,” Oscar admits as he slows the car because of the approaching line for the venues’ parking.

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