Page 25 of Revenge Puck

Ellesleptwith Riley.

Probably multiple times.

He’s seen and touched every inch of her body.

I don’t know why that thought just suddenly occurred to me. Or why I hate the idea of her and him naked together.

Before and during the game, I had so much shit on my mind that I didn’t consider the details of them “dating.” Now that I have…well, those thoughts need to fuck right off.

“He just doesn’t want me talking to you. He wouldn’t care what I did with you if you were anyone else in the world.”

“I think he would,” I tell her honestly. The normally cool, arrogant asshole was furious tonight. I’ve never seen him like that before. Well, at least not in several years.

“So, you seem happier than you were earlier,” I can’t help but remark. She looks stunningly beautiful.

Elle shakes her head and smiles up at me. “And you’re not as grumpy as you were this afternoon.”

“Really? That must be the effect you have on me, cupcake.”

“My effect on you?”

“You’re fun. Messing with Christian has been almost as enjoyable as playing in the championships again.”

“Tonight, he was angry but also convinced we’re faking it,” she remarks. That must have been what else he said to her after the game.

“That’s just what he wants to believe. The arrogant son of a bitch probably can’t fathom why you would want to be with me. Trust me, deep down, he thinks we’re legit. He lost it like I’ve never seen in warm-ups, then again when he got the penalty, a rare thing for the golden boy of hockey.”

“I did see him land on his ass when you gave him a shove during warmups. Then the tripping penalty during the game.”

“He was furious with me. The first penalty he’s been called out on in a long damn time.”

“And the Warhawks scored again on the power play while he was in the box, which pretty much sealed the deal on the game.”

“One down. Three games to go,” I announce proudly just as the waitress returns with our glasses of water.

9

Elle

It feels so incredibly…intimate in this booth with Preston so close and almost everyone else around us busy making out in the dark club. At least that’s what they were doing when we first sat down. Now pretty much everyone is staring at us. And holding up their phones to take photos.

I hate being the center of attention. Now I’m really glad I touched up my makeup and decided to take my hair down from the ponytail and style it with waves before coming out.

“You, ah, you don’t want to go celebrate with your teammates?” I ask Preston before lifting my sweaty glass of water to take a sip. Preston watches the move intently for some reason.

“Nah. My teammates are all scared of me.”

“Scared of you?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told I’m not the friendliest guy to work with on the ice, that I’m judgmental, and too violent during practice.”

“Why is that?”

“I just call them on their shit when our coaches don’t. Apparently, the guys hate being told when they screw up or when I check them too hard in practice.”

I nod my head in understanding. Preston is apparently just intense all the time. And he likes to hit his own teammates?

“Have you ever thought about not checking them so hard or calling them out for every little thing?”

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