The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

But the way he was watching me…it sure seemed like he knew me.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty.

I’d immediately known it was her, Layla, the girl I’d lost. The only girl I’d ever loved. A million memories came rushing back…ones I’d long buried and tried to forget.

I blocked his number and then made a new contact with my number that I labeled “Clark.”

HAHAAHHAHA DUDE

Lincoln: If given the chance to "abscond" the girl...the answer is always yes.

Lincoln my love

I had a soulmate to impress and a game to win, and I intended to do it with flair.

Walker, always the motivator, slapped me on the ass and threw out a, "Slay, baby!"

HAHAH OMG WALKER

And obsessing/freaking out over the fact that his name was Ari. My first crush was a boy named Ari. But there was no way this was the same guy.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

The way he was staring at me. It was like he wanted to eat me alive. Like he was starstruck by my mere presence. Like I was his good thing in life.

“Fuck it,” he swore roughly, and his lips crashed against my mouth.

I’d never been kissed like this. Like someone would die without the taste of me.

Obsession didn't even begin to cover what I felt. It was more than that; it was an insatiable craving, a need that clawed at me from the inside. I thought I'd known what it meant to desire someone, to desire her…but tasting her, feeling the soft press of her lips, the sweet taste of her mouth against mine...it was like a drug, an addiction I couldn't shake.

I finally had her back, and I’d stop at nothing to make her mine. She might not see it coming, but destiny had already set its course, and I was powerless to fight it.

All thoughts escaped me as I watched him bring the tear to his lips. He licked it off. And he seemed to savor the taste. “There, now we can share the bad day,”

“Let me take care of you, Blake,”

There were still tear tracks on her cheeks, and a desolation in her eyes that made me want to burn the world to the ground for daring to make her sad. Her pain sliced me to fucking pieces. Her tears were the most beautiful and the worst thing I’d ever seen.

Blake had always been an intoxicating mix of fragility and strength. A masterpiece if there ever was one.

haven’t said anything because I’m afraid she forgot me. That the eight months in the group home together has disappeared from her mind. When it’s stuck in mine forever.

‘What if I told you, you were always supposed to be with me? What if I told you that we were always meant to be together? What if I told you he was in the wrong for taking you from me!”

"I know, sunshine. But I knew what you were the moment I met you."

“Oh yeah, and what is that?”

“M...

It was as if my soul recognized him.

You’re all I see, Blake. I feel like I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”

I was quite confident of Ari’s three favorite things at this point: hockey, Lincoln, and tacos.

Four things, I amended. I was beginning to suspect that I was one of his favorite things as well.

I’d actually found her. All those years of feeling lonely, like I’d lost the one person meant for me. And I’d found her.

I’d never let her go. No matter what. I’d glue myself to her side if I had to.

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

“I made a promise after all, Layla,” he murmured with a soft smile. “The universe just finally decided to help me with it.”

A piece of myself had been found, clicked back into its rightful place, and I sobbed for all the years we’d lost and for the future I desperately wanted to have.

If this didn’t work, I was going to have to puncture her tires, break her phone so she couldn’t call an Uber, puncture my tires so she couldn’t borrow my car…kidnap her and take her to some deserted island. I was sure I could find one in a pinch if I really needed to. Daddy Lincoln would let me use his new private jet.

My dude

“I’m obsessed with everything about you,”

“I love your eyes,”

“The first time I saw them as a kid, I knew I’d found magic. I’ve spent every moment since then searching for them in every crowd.”

“I’m hard for you every fucking second of every fucking day. I’m obsessed with you, crazy over you in fact. I can’t stand to be apart from you for any length of time. So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t have that, sunshine.”

I couldn’t hit people with a hard on. They might fall in love with me.

Lol

"Property of Ari Lancaster," the sign declared boldly, an arrow pointing downward directly at me.

HAHAHAHAHA

You weren’t supposed to be with him. You were always supposed to be with me. No matter the circumstances, I would have found you, stolen you away. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were married with ten fucking kids—I would have made you mine.”

“We were always meant to be together, Blake. No matter what."

"Blake," he whispered, "you're the love of my fucking life."

"So you’ve come to the master, young grasshopper," Lincoln mused.

HAaahaahaa love him

“You already have a key to our house on our keychain.”

“Put it on there like the first day,”

Everyone working the flight looked like they were someone’s grandmother. Everyone…even the two pilots.

HAahahaha of courrse

Ari: No, Mr. Golden Boy does not have a fetish for grandmas. He has a fetish for not letting anyone of interest speak to, look at, or touch Monroe. So rather than waste money on buying out all of first class for her every time she flies so no one can talk to her…he bought a plane and hired a bunch of grandmas to fly it so he didn’t have to worry anymore.

“I don’t have to do this? Don’t you mean I get to do this?”

“Don’t yell at Maximus 5000! He doesn’t like to be pressured,”

Hahahahhahaa mximus 5000