Page 70 of Wrong Pucking Player

With Wyatt’s return, my mind is already trying to convince me that we’re exclusive and can’t be with anyone else, but my heart knows better. My mind just needs to catch up with a slap of reality.

“He’s still looking this way,” Mikayla acknowledges as she signals the bartender to get us more shots.

We both need it.

Winchester is not only in this cramped, busy bar, but he’s been eyeing Mikayla like a fucking hawk since he laid eyes on her.

“He’s just thinking of how much he regrets losing someone as amazing as you,” I declare while crossing my legs. “Plus, Mkaykay, you look EXTRA hot tonight. Was this always your revenge dress?”

“Revenge dress?” she asks, looking horrified. She really does look amazing in a fitted ruched dress that makes all her curves pop up while giving a generous view of her cleavage.

I’m sure Winchester has a damn boner just sitting from across the room. He certainly can’t be the only one checking her out.

Moments like these sometimes make me feel so masculine in comparison to my bestie goddess. We could wear the exact same dress, and she’d outshine me, or anyone, any day of the week. She just looks good, and it would be foolish to ignore the feminine power she possessed when she dressed up, saucy and ready to mingle.

Men love that.

Seeing a woman confident and in her element, ready to make them fall to their knees and beg to have their cocks deep inside them.

I know I’m attractive, too. All I’m missing is that confidence that I can pull anyone I desire.

“I just wore it because it’s the only dress I haven’t worn yet,” Mikayla admits.

“Well, you choose wisely,” I praise while the bartender returns with not two but six shots.

“I only ordered two,” Mikayla reminds the bartender, who smiles.

“A gentleman volunteered to cover your drinks for the rest of the night. Have fun.”

Before I can inquire who, he’s already gone on to the next customer waving for his attention.

“Obsessed ex-alert,” I declare and whistle. “Buying us shots for the rest of the night. Red flag.”

“Clearly,” Mikayla voices with a shake of her head. “Left me on read and hates your guts but is buying us shots. Fun.”

“How long until he’s ready to jump ya?” I wonder because Winchester isn’t the patient type. Heck, he’s probably dying sitting in that corner by his lonesome self. The prick deserves to suffer, though. I carry no sympathy for him.

“I’ll be out of here before he even tries. It’s normally not this crowded, especially with tall, bulky jocks like Jayce. Is there a game tonight or something?”

“Nah. Most of these guys are on the new team from Saskatchewan. They’re called the Pincer Blades or something silly. Wyatt is the team equipment manager. He’s also on the roster to be on the team.”

I only knew because Oscar decided from the goodness of his heart to drive me here. I didn’t know he had a car, but apparently, it was one of Jayce’s plentiful collections that he made Oscar drive around to do his “dirty work” for him.

Winchester really treated Oscar more like a slave than a best friend for years. Especially with his obsession with being better than anyone else. He thinks he’s “so famous” that he needs Armani to drive his cars around, so Paparazzi doesn’t know exactly where he is.

He is seriously acting like he’s an all-star hockey player when he hasn’t even been on the ice to show his skills.

“No way. I thought he wouldn’t consider the idea of being on the ice professionally.”

Me, neither.

“Well, he originally wasn’t. However, one of their top players’ visa was delayed, so he’s stuck abroad. Even if he did arrive on time, I think they said a member would need to drop. Something about conflict of interest.” Another thing Oscar casually talked about in the car.

Honestly, it was the most I’ve heard him speak in a really long time. It felt awkward, weird, yet comforting and… nice?

Made me feel special because I’m sure he doesn’t keep a conversation with the majority of people.

“Conflict of interest? What? They were lovers or something.”

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