The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Kevin, one of the doctors in the practice, walked in then. He had an annoying smirk on his face that he thought was sexy and cool, but actually had him resembling a demented clown.

Kevin's expression turned sour, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're always so serious," he muttered, frustration laced through his voice. "Maybe if you had a better attitude, you wouldn’t walk around like you have a stick up your ass all the time.”

well you're a DICK!

"I know how to have fun just fine," I retorted, my voice tinged with irritation. "But right now, my priority is taking care of my responsibilities, and I would need it to be worth it for me to ignore them."

OoOo BURN BITCH!

When I peered through my peephole, there was my landlord, Jared Thomason, himself. As I opened the door to greet him, I was met with the unmistakable sight of a man who had let himself go. His sweat-stained shirt clung to his massive belly, and his pants were unbuttoned and barely hanging on. His thinning hair was slicked back, and his beady eyes scanned me up and down, leaving me feeling exposed and uncomfortable.

He was like Jabba the Hutt in human form–grotesque and repulsive.

ohhh my ew. 😂🤣

"You know, Monroe, I've been thinking about you a lot lately. A beautiful woman like you…all alone." That wasn’t creepy at all…. “How about we go out for a drink tonight?"

Ew.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart," he sneered. "You know you want it."

fucking ew.

The picture that came in then, it was life changing. Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. 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.

texting him about a plastic bag, like he would care. Be careful out there, he immediately responded. I always am. Good girl, he texted. Heat rushed through me.

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

I was fucking hooked, like there was something magical about her.

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. Burn the place down?

I didn't remember the drive to the stadium, and it barely entered my consciousness when Coach screamed at me for my tardiness. I was thinking about my angel. My obsession. Mine.

The waitress gave him a tight, annoyed smile. "I'm sorry, sir, but we’re asking everyone to leave. Here are some boxes for your food, and then if you could please follow everyone else out, dinner’s on the house tonight." She walked away without a glance back, and my insides were doing excited cartwheels. Whatever had happened, I’d gotten a meal for free that I didn't need to feel guilty about. I could now end the night without feeling like I needed to undergo more awkward conversation. The situation called for a fist pump.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'm glad you called," he soothed, his voice sliding over me with a graveled husk that sent strange shockwaves across my skin, even under the circumstances. His voice was deep, with a hint of a southern accent.

Just then, footsteps sounded nearby, and my breath hitched as I glanced behind me and saw the shadow of someone coming from around the corner. I took off down the street in a light jog. "Monroe, are you okay?" he asked, the levity in his voice gone. I glanced back again, only to see that it was an old woman with a bag of groceries. "I don't know why I’m so spooked. I'm being ridiculous.” "No, it's better to be safe than sorry. Especially after he tricked you into a date.” There was a slight bite of anger to his voice when he said the word “date.”

"Well, I made it to my place," I murmured. "Good girl," he whispered back with a husky growl. And fuck. If I thought that reading those words did something to me, it was nothing compared to hearing his voice say it.

When she’d texted me at the restaurant, I’d used my special app to figure out exactly what restaurant she was at…and then it was a simple phone call to buy it out for the night…starting immediately. When I’d called the owner, he’d almost choked to death at the number I'd offered him to close for the evening, but of course he wouldn't understand; there wasn’t a number too high when it came to my girl.

omg!!

I should've stopped there, but hearing the fear in her voice when she'd called me…that's how her douchebag classmate ended up in the alleyway afterwards, my fists destroying his face. I’d been wearing a ski mask, and I’d never spoken, so I wasn't in any danger there…But I'm sure she might have questions when she saw him in class next time sporting two black eyes.

oooo okayyyy uh thank you!!

What I really wanted to ask was where she was, who she was talking to, if she was ready for me to sweep her off her feet. It was everything I could do to try to play the fucking long game.

I wondered if Monroe would see this magazine. If she knew who Lincoln Daniels even was? I imagined her getting herself off to my photos. I was deep in thought, picturing Monroe coming, when all of a sudden, a voice cleared. "Um, Lincoln…Is there something you can do about that? This publication piece isn’t X-rated." I glanced over at Carmen and saw she was keeping her eyes averted. It took me a second to realize I was fully aroused, the tip of my dick peeking out from the briefs I was wearing.

I glanced down at the picture and saw it was one of me fully aroused, a dark, lusty, almost feral look in my eyes that made it obvious I was thinking of fucking.

oh fuckkk me!!

“Your brother was everything. He was born to lead this company. And because of you, he’s gone now. The future I built has disappeared. And if you think I’ll let my sniveling spare ruin my plans even more than you already fucking have, you’re out of your fucking mind. You will go on a date with that girl. You will fuck her. And then her father will agree to the terms of the contract I want. And that is how it’s going to be.”

whaaaaaaat!?

He caged me against the wall, his gaze so fucking…interested. I’d never felt more seen before in my entire life. I’d been the shadow in the corner ever since I was little, first forgotten by my mother, and then unwanted by all the foster parents that came after.

I moved my hips in a frantic, driving rhythm, rubbing my core on his thigh, as he breathed dirty words against my lips, promising me everything if only I would come. His lips captured every whimper and moan from my mouth. I faintly remembered we were in public, but it seemed unimportant at that moment. I just needed release. And then it happened—my core spasmed, waves of pleasure shooting through my body as I shook against him, my whole body throbbing. It took my breath away, leaving me feeling dazed and out of sorts. He pressed his cheek upon mine, his tongue darting out to lick my sensitive skin before he growled, "Good girl. That’s my fucking girl."

I lurched to the side, removing Lincoln’s hold, and then I took off down the opposite way of the photographers. “Monroe!” he yelled after me, but I didn’t look back.

nooo don't run!!

He ate up the distance between us and tipped up my chin, pressing a breath of a kiss across my lips that threatened to break me because of how sweet it was.

fucking swooooon

“In the position I’m in, I have to be sure about people. My team ran a background check to make sure there wasn’t anything…that would come back to bite us.”

“So you know about my mother…and the foster homes?” she murmured shyly.

“And that wasn’t something you thought would ‘come back to bite you’?”

“Only made me fall for you harder.” “Don’t say that,” she murmured fiercely. “Say what? That I’m already falling for you?” I responded, the words not coming close to the depths of my obsession. But I didn’t want to scare her even more than I already had by showing up at her place.

She pursed her lips and glanced away, and I sighed. Of course she wasn’t going to just fall into my arms and declare her undying love to me before I whisked her away. Baby steps and all that.

hahaa "baby steps and all that"

“Alright, dream girl. I’ll give you tonight. But you and me…its fucking real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. And sooner or later, you’re going to realize it too.”

omfg *swoons harder*

“Hi Clarice,” I said carefully. “You naughty girl. You didn’t tell me you were dating Lincoln Daniels. It’s absolutely delightful.” “Well, we’re not—” I began.

“Class—” she clapped her hands and practically jumped in the air. “We have a surprise guest today, here to talk about his incredible career. A star in our midsts for sure.” Sparks burst in my chest, caused by both anticipation and dread. I mean, surely…it couldn’t be.

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

Lincoln’s warm golden gaze slid over me, and I tried to make a discreet slice across my neck—for him to stop—but he just smirked at me lazily, the sight of it playful and hot…and annoying.

“Alright—who’s the girl?” someone asked, and everyone started looking around the room.

“It’s Monroe—she’s the only one fucking hot enough to date you,” the guy who knew far too much about Lincoln quipped after one of the longest minutes of my life.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” the girl next to me snapped. “Why is this even a thing? I would do anything for that man. ANYTHING. I would literally let him fu⁠—”

I was completely lost in him. Enraptured. Caught in his spell. I was so fucked.

And as I scored my final goal, breaking the record for the youngest player to ever score five goals in a game…I pointed to Monroe. The arena exploded the sound barrier. But all I saw was her… And the fact that she was fucking wearing Ari’s fucking number on her back.

And the next, he was right in front of me, banging on the glass and seemingly pointing at my jersey. The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game…and then Lincoln was sucker punching Ari Lancaster in the face, all while pointing to me…continuously.

“Anyways…my name’s Tenley,” she said as we shook hands. “And I want you to know that despite whatever she was saying out there to you, Daniels is actually a good guy. And he’s never done anything like what he’s set up for you tonight. Not for anyone.”

In a move that again felt practiced, I was ripped away from Ari’s grip and plastered against Lincoln. A soft moan fell from my lips as I felt him harden against my stomach. The world faded around me as my hands involuntarily clutched at his shoulders.

“If you ever wear another man’s jersey, I will kill that man. So be careful, sweetheart.”

and I was jerked around as they all started piling on us. I gasped with the amount of hands on my body, and that was enough for Lincoln to yank me out of the pile and wrap himself around me like he was trying to smother me in his scent.

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

lips…

holy fucking shit that was HAWTTTT

“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.”