The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture.

Monroe. I mouthed the words, my obsession threading through every letter.

Good girl, he texted.

Destiny was an apt middle name for her, since that’s what I felt like she’d become.

my new obsession.

Maybe she’d been waiting for me like I’d been waiting for her.

And that was what got me. That was what threw me over the edge, spiraling me forward where I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore. Because the look in her eyes, the pain reflected there…it was the same pain that I felt every fucking day. This was a girl that could understand.

But a part of me was still worried she wasn't real, that something inside of me had imagined all of this. Because a person as broken and worthless as me, he didn't deserve the stars to align like this. He didn't deserve a goddess like her. But there was no part of me that cared. Deserving or not… She was going to be mine.

The street was pretty quiet though, and it gave me some time to plot how I would convince my girl to leave and move in with me.

MY GIRL!!

was thinking about my angel. My obsession. Mine.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'm glad you called," he soothed,

SWEETHEART!!!

"Good night, dream girl,"

ahhh!! OBSESSED W HIM

Good boy.

!!

Bill always smelled pretty awful, but there was something about his toothless smile that made him a prince in my mind.

we LOVE bill!

"Have I told you I'm proud of you, little bird?" Bill asked suddenly. I stopped, emotion clawing at my insides at his words. I'd never had someone tell me they were proud of me, not in my entire life.

AWW:(

Bill had been unexpected, but he was one of the biggest blessings I'd found in this new life of mine.

I had to go to her street, I needed to catch a glimpse of her. With one glimpse of her, I knew everything would be okay.

Lincoln: Wish you were here.

he walked in.

I couldn't help but wonder what lay behind that perfect face, what secrets he might be hiding, what scars he might carry.

He was the kind of man who could change your life in an instant, who could make you feel alive in ways you never thought possible. But he was also the kind of man who would break your heart without even trying, leaving you shattered and alone.

a very familiar voice. I was dazed as I stood up without the tray, my gaze focused on the gorgeous man in front of me, taking in his confidence, his charisma, his…everything. Lincoln. My stranger.

It was torture to drag my gaze from his, like he was some kind of drug that had already gotten under my skin.

She was flawless, my every desire in one perfect package.

You’re mine, something growled inside of me. The room felt like it was a hundred degrees. I was hungry and desperate, needing her with every cell in my body. She was so damn…pretty.

I just needed to look at her more, because I knew I’d never get my fill.

I immediately grabbed her hand, desperate to keep her touch. Desperate. The word was on replay in my head; it was the only way to describe the fervor that beat like a drum roll in my soul from the second I saw her picture.

I needed more. More time. More everything…. “Come with me,” I asked, although it came out more as an order, because I wasn’t sure I could deal with it if she tried to leave me right now. And that wouldn’t be good for my plans if she saw how over-the-top crazy I was for her. Already…

He caged me against the wall, his gaze so fucking…interested. I’d never felt more seen before in my entire life.

Lincoln’s attention was heady. It was addicting. It was already a craving I didn’t know how to get rid of.

“Lincoln,” I whispered. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain. “Love the way you say my name, dream girl.”

Dream girl.

I wanted to be special to him. I wanted to be different from the millions of girls I imagined had come before. I wanted more of him. I wanted everything.

“Only made me fall for you harder.” “Don’t say that,” she murmured fiercely. “Say what? That I’m already falling for you?”

“Goodnight, baby,” I whispered

I’d come to rely on the comfort that came from my phone stranger. At least once a day, he’d send something that would make me laugh. I missed…smiling.

“Well, you see, there’s a girl in here I’m pretty crazy about, but she’s told me to get lost.”

It was because I knew he was special. Magical. A once in a lifetime, or five lifetimes kind of moment.

There was the possibility that he could be the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. And I didn’t want to be the fool that walked away.

“I almost forgot. I have a jersey for you! Mr. Daniels was very insistent about that.” “Oh, okay,” I said as she reached into the bag and pulled out a Knights jersey. Except… “Is it supposed to have Ari Lancaster’s name on the back?” I asked, a little confused. Ashley burst into almost hysterical laughter, having to wipe a few tears from her eyes. “That’s too good. He’s going to freak,” she finally breathed. “So, I’m not supposed to wear it?” “Oh no, you’re definitely supposed to wear it,” she squeaked out while continuing to chuckle.

AHAAA

She was so dazzlingly beautiful. My own dream girl.

But all I saw was her…

“Hey dream girl,” he said lazily, his gaze licking at my skin…and it was all I could do not to melt into a puddle of want.

“I would put you in my pocket if I could, baby. Keep you with me always.”

I had the strange urge to cry because no one had ever held me like that before. Like I was priceless. Wanted. Worthy.

“Just get in the car, baby,” he repeated patiently, like he knew the words I didn’t. “When something feels this fucking good, you don’t fight it. You just follow it to the ends of the earth, no matter where it takes you.” “I’m scared,” I admitted, and he nodded. “I’ll show you how good it can be. Until you’re not scared anymore. Until trusting me is as easy as breathing.”

as he continued to sing, I felt the panic that had been gripping me slowly dissipate. His voice was deep and soothing, and it seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket. I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around

The sound of his voice washed over me, calming my nerves and easing my demons.

"Feeling better, dream girl?" he asked.

his gaze flicking across my features in that intense way of his, like he was mapping out the freckles that dotted my nose as though they were constellations in the heavens he was desperate to record.