Page 48 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Xandra,” Wyatt begins and lowers his gaze to her arm. “What happened to your arm?”

“I fell,” she huffs, and I can tell she’s shutting down her emotions. She doesn’t want to be here.

Be confronted in an environment that can invite a wave of judgment and bullying.

I’ve been there.

In her shoes.

Feeling the same heaviness of intimidation and self-hate for not being like the rest of my rich friends.

“I’m gonna go,” she announces.

“Go where?” Jayce prompts before she can turn around. “To your ghetto government house? I can’t believe you live in this dump. Does your bestie know?”

“She doesn’t live here.”

All eyes land on me as I mentally curse myself for not keeping my big mouth shut. My interference ignites a questionable look from my “best friend” as those greenish-blue eyes scrutinize me.

“She doesn’t?” he questions.

“She’s training me.”

Why the fuck am I lying for her?

“Training?” Wyatt inquires as he looks at Andrews like she’s his girl. I bet he wishes she still was. “You never told me you’re taking clients again.”

“You never asked,” she points out before she pinches her nose. I wonder how she deals with blood loss because she looks slightly pale in comparison to before. “Leo and Oliver encouraged me to take on one or two clients for the fall season. I didn’t know I was going to get the internship, so I wanted a backup just in case. I didn’t know it was Armani until this morning when I met him here for our first cardio session.”

I think this woman would be better as an actress than whatever she went to school for.

Nursing, was it?

“We were wrapping up the session when I tripped and scraped my elbow. Now, I’m going to pass by the housing office and bandaged it up real quick.”

“I can come with you,” Wyatt offers.

“Cyrus. We came here to confirm we’ll be willing to donate to the program initiative on Mr. Champion’s behalf, remember?” Jayce sounds annoyed by the mere idea Cyrus was ‘side-tracked.’

“Right,” Wyatt replies but looks displeased.

“I’ll take her to get bandage up,” I reassure him, though I don’t think it does that at all.

In fact, he looks jealous from the way he stares back at me.

Oops?

Actually, I don’t give a fuck.

If he really wanted her, he could have made a move already. He had to have made it known he was back in town or at least told her. She didn’t look super surprised to see him, meaning she had to have crossed paths beforehand.

She certainly looked surprised to see me in my doorway.

“You don’t have to,” she argues, but I’m moving and surprisingly taking her hand so I can tug her away. “Armani!”

“Shut up and walk, Andrews,” I grunt. “You ain’t getting paid overtime to waste my training time.”

“I forgot you’re a douche,” she says rather loudly.

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