Page 49 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Then let me remind you so you won’t forget,” I huff back.

She certainly doesn’t get tired of pissing me off.

I glance back just to give a casual flick of my hand as a goodbye, but I don’t expect to see the duo of jealous glares staring back at me.

What the fuck?

I expected Cyrus to be jealous of me taking his girl to give her ‘treatment.’ She was his ex-girlfriend, after all, but I don’t expect Jayce to look so bothered.

So, fucking jealous. I bet if it wasn’t for his stuck-up pride, he would have run over here and ripped our hands apart.

When I look away, I notice Andrews had followed my gaze to see what I was distracted by.

She doesn’t say anything until we’re out of the elevator and in front of my apartment.

“Why did they both look like jealous groomsmen watching the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with marry someone else?”

The analogy hits right on, leaving me to agree with her.

“That’s exactly what it looked like,” I mutter as I finally let go of her hand so I can look for the first aid kit.

I notice how she lingers at the door as if she’s unsure where to step. It’s the way I notice the slight waiver in her gait that makes me freeze and do a complete U-turn back to where she’s standing.

“Are you okay?”

“What?” She looks confused as she looks up at me.

“You’re pale as fuck, almost lost your balance just now, and I don’t like how dilated your eyes are.”

She blinks a few times before she mutters, “You sound like Wyatt.”

Great.

“I don’t want to be compared to him.”

“Why?” She seems intrigued. “Because he’s a doctor?”

Why didn’t I know that?

“He’s a doctor?”

“Why don’t you know that?”

“I don’t know.”

We stare at one another for what seems like a minute before I feel a weight on my left shoulder.

“Meow.”

Andrews’s eyes go so wide, I feel like they’ll explode, but then they narrow as she slowly tilts her head to one side.

“Why are there two cats?”

Two… cats… fuck!

I don’t even wait for her eyes to roll back fully before I catch the woman in my arms.

Fucking hell.

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