Page 69 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Yet you still walk it,” I say to myself as my smile widens. “A shame.”

“Gotta reach the end,” he admits, and there’s that rare smile of his that dares show a hidden dimple on his left cheek. “You already started. Might as well see it through to the end.”

“Even if it breaks your heart?” I offer and laugh. “Well, you’re cold-hearted, so it wouldn’t affect you.”

“Go get ready for your girlie night with your best friend forever,” he mocks with a squeaky voice that makes me cringe.

“Ew! Never talk like that again!”

“The fact that you hate it makes me want to do it again to piss you off further.”

I flick him off and enter my room with the intention of closing the door.

“Have fun with your boys, and may they remind you of all the cooties you gained by getting kicked in the balls by me, Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews.”

“I thought you hated Alexandra,” he groans.

“I do,” I emphasize. “With a passion.”

“Then change your name,” he says casually as he pushes away from the doorframe to turn around. “That’s what I did.”

“Huh?” That’s new. “Your last name isn’t Armani?”

“No,” he confesses.

“What is it?”

“That’s on the next episode of ‘Tolerating Andrews: Season Ten.’”

“Season Ten?!” I exclaim as my phone begins to ring. I know it’s Mikayla calling me, but this man is making up utter bullshit with this ‘Tolerating Andrews’ nonsense. “How the fuck you make a show and say we’re on season ten?!”

“I’ve known you for ten years now, Andrews,” he reveals with a smirk, as my shock is far too obvious. He winks at me before taking a step back and reaching for his doorknob.

“Season Ten. Let’s hope it’s not the season finale.”

With that, he closes the door, leaving me baffled at the fact he’s been keeping track of how long we’ve known each other.

ONLY PUCKING SHOT

~MACKENZIE~

“Sweet baby, Jesus! No one on this planet and beyond can tell me that man wasn’t looking at you like a scrumptious dessert begging to be devoured.”

Distractions.

That’s what I need to do right now for my mind to stop thinking about Armani.

Not his real last name. What’s his actual last name? He changed his name. Was it to benefit him or give him an opportunity to live a public life?

You know, he’s right.

Why haven’t I changed my name?

My bestie, Mikayla, is next to me, taking down her shot as if she wants to get utterly wasted tonight. I don’t know what she’s going through now that both her exes are in town—in particular, Maddox O’Riley Wilson—but tonight we’re just trying not to think about any lingering problems.

Celebrating getting our internship and hopefully, getting laid?

The second part, I’m honestly not sure about.

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