Page 1 of Pucking Grey

Chapter 1

“I don’t like anything about you,” I say to Greyson Cress who is clearly the one who doesn’t like anything about me. “You are such an asshole.”

He laughs under his breath, so I explain, “You are closed-minded, selfish, and condescending. I see right through you.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?” he says in a harsh tone. I clearly hit a nerve, and I’m glad to have offended him. Maybe he’s not as emotionless as I think with his glistening gray eyes and wavy brown hair.

“Does anything nice come out of your mouth?” I tilt my head at him.

His eyes smile as he looks at me. I don’t like being under his gaze. When his eyes flick to my mouth, my stomach churns.

“I’m no Matthew Pearson,” he snaps.

I suck in my bottom lip. His eyes look back down.He is no Matthew Pearson.He’s Greyson Cress, every single girl’s reason for rushing to the hockey games. He’s easily the hottest guy on the Honey Badger hockey team… and the most available, if you know what I mean. He’s the perfect one-night stand, a great hookup from what I hear. If you need him – as long as you have a vagina – he’s all yours.

He asks, “What do you want, Miss Too Good For Me?”

I sigh, holding in my shaky nerves. Every bit of him makes my insides squeeze. I can’t stand that he sleeps around or that he has the confidence of a shark swimming through a school of fish. He’s like one of those bobbleheads that love to bobble. Right now, I feel like I’m about to tap on his head.

He lifts a brow, waiting. “You wouldn’t be talking to me if you didn’t need something, so what the fuck is it?”

This is true. I inhale when he swears. I clutch at the necklace resting on my chest, deciphering if this is actually a good idea. It could be the worst idea I’ve ever had, and my anger has convinced me otherwise. I don’t need to tap on his head.Bobble. Bobble.

He flashes a sarcastic smile in my face. God, this is going to be harder than I realized. I swallow my hesitation. My revenge against Matt Pearson is a lot more important than Greyson’s ridiculous attitude.

“Matt hates you, and I need –“ I am at a loss of words. I don’t even know how I’ve gotten to this moment in time. The guy with the worst reputation has something I need. I would never talk to someone like him otherwise. My boyfriend fucking hates Greyson Cress. He hates him so much that he can’t be in the same room as him. But my boyfriend made a fucking porno with a puck bunny, so I’m in desperate need of revenge.

“You need?” he asks after a few silent beats. “Me… for what?”

I’m playing aggressively with my necklace now, so he glances down at my fidgeting fingers. I feel my face turn crimson because my cleavage is out. It’s cold as ever outside, but I have my puffer unzipped because I feel like I’m on fire in front of him. But a shiver overtakes me when I catch him looking at my chest. Why am I squirming under Greyson’s gaze? I don’t like this man. There’s nothing about him that entices me. I’m so uncomfortable but doing this will be easy. He’s so not my type.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asks in a sarcastic whisper. My eyes lock with his. I stop playing with my necklace. I bet my cheeks are flushed hence his stupid question.

“Have you seen it?” I ask, ignoring his stupid question. He is so full of himself that he has no idea how to read a human’s body language. I am not nervous. Greyson Cress will never make my knees weak.

He bites his lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I hold back my tears, imagining the video of my boyfriend fucking the hell out of that whore. Michelle Swift. She was an acquaintance of mine. A year younger, obviously sexier and hotter than me. She’s beautiful naked with perfect tits and a round bottom, not that I would ever say that out loud. I didn’t even know Matt knew her, but I don’t know why that part matters. Watching him cum inside her was the cherry on top. I thought my anger would start a fire. I had never felt so blazing pissed off in my life.

“The video,” I deadpan.

He shakes his head. “I’m not following.”

“Do you live under a rock?” I snark, not wanting to spell it out for him.

He stares at me, licking his bottom lip. He’s so distracting with his perfect teeth and his perfect jawline. Oh my god, this is what all these women see in him? He’s gorgeous, it’s sickening. But his cockiness and bad attitude waste all his good looks. What a terrible shame it is to be this beautiful and be a huge asshole. Yeah, totally not my type.

He says, “No, I don’t care about stupid shit like that.”

I yank my phone out of my back pocket and tap away at the screen. I find the porn video and press play for him.

He squints at the screen. “That’s Matt?”

I observe Greyson closely as my heart races, not knowing how he’s going to react. I notice the tiny amount of freckles he has on his nose and cheeks just like I do.

Greyson breaks into a genuine smile, and my heart feels like it’s ripping in my chest. Maybe it’s because Greyson finds this funny or it could be the sound of Michelle moaning in the video. Either way, I’m mortified right now. I could quite literally drop dead. It’s like my fresh wound is being cut deeper with a knife from Greyson’s smile. The wider and louder he gets, the deeper it pushes until I’m in so much pain that I can’t handle it anymore. I shove my phone into my back pocket, wiping the tears from my eyes.

When Greyson looks at me, he stops smiling. “Mr. Perfect isn’t so perfect after all.”

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