The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

To my red flag readers who see handcuffs as a plus…

And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.

“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.

She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.

But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”

“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”

Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s

I let myself slip into unconsciousness, all I could think was. Last night had been worth it.

“Okay, well, my last P.I. was a piece of shit. But this new one has been doing a good job.” “Ummm…I mean, I’ll take the info…but….what are you using a P.I. for?” “Oh Disney….” he purred. He fucking purred. Click. The bastard hung up on me. The brilliant, perfect, god-like bastard. And now…I was even more intrigued.

“I’m going to make you burn for me.”

Who would have thought that I’d like being handcuffed…because the guy was desperate to keep me.

Circle of Trust all the fucking way.

My dick was shrinking listening to her. I would have to measure it when I got home because I might have just lost two inches just being in her presence. Olivia would be furious. I was pretty sure I was making her addicted to my dick.

I cant with him 😂😂

As a rule, I was against hitting women, but this “cunt” in front of me wasn’t a woman. She was a monstrous bitch.

LMAO! I’ll be okay if he did knock this bish out, i would keep my mouth shut

As I was learning though…sometimes when you found the right girl…to get her…you had to do all the wrong things.

Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take care of everything, I vowed silently. No matter what it took.

Ugh i love him 😩

“I was put on this earth to be that place. To be those missing pieces.”

“I want to be wrapped in your skin…in your bones. I want every piece of you, all over me. There isn’t anything about you that I don’t want. That I don’t covet,”

“There’s nothing you could show me that’s going to make me change my mind.”

“That you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me....

Sometimes broken things stayed broken no matter what you did.

Looks like there was going to be a new “Daddy” in the Circle of Trust. And it was not Lincoln Daniels.

Haha

“You’re like a true ‘Swiftie’ with yours, Disney,” he whispered, and Lincoln snorted, shaking his head again, because sometimes…that’s all you could do with Ari Lancaster.

I love Ari 😂😂

He owned me. He owned my body. He owned my heart. He owned everything

I was in multiple pregnancy Facebook groups under an alias so I could research all this pregnancy stuff.

Walker you silly, obsessed man!!!! 😂

“Bow chicka wow wow,” she purred, Ari obviously having rubbed off on her.

Love that my girly is learning from her man 😩

An hour later, I had the news I wanted. Two pink lines on a stick. Pregnant. Best fucking day of my life.

SCREAMING!!! Mans actually did it! 😃

I started pulling out ingredients for smoothies. I had become an expert over the last week at pregnancy smoothies, blending together fruits, veggies, and a healthy dose of prenatal vitamins. Olivia had no idea that her morning pick-me-up was now laced with all sorts of ingredients meant to nourish a growing baby. I was desperate for her to realize she was pregnant, but so far she hadn’t seemed suspicious at all about the nausea, increased breast size,

and missed periods. I’d specifically searched pregnancy topics on her phone so now all her ads were baby related. Still nothing. Apparently getting pregnant was so far out of the realm of possibility for her that she was missing even the most obvious signs. She went to get some water out of the tap and I hurried to “accidentally” knock her glass over so it all spilled out. “Oh babe, use the filtered water in the fridge, sink water sucks,” I told her, grabbing the glass and filling it for her. I’d paid to have a super fancy filter put in the fridge that got rid of everything bad because I’d read that tap water had a bunch of toxins in it. Who knew? According to my five baby books, apparently everything was bad for you while you were pregnant. Which made my job really hard at the moment keeping everything away from her.

I’m laughing so hard, i cant with this man. I love him 😂😂

“Our guys are kind of…a lot,” I finally said in a bemused tone.

“‘A lot’ is one way to describe them,”

“They’re kind of crazy,”

“I don’t think there’s any ‘kind of’ about it,” she said. “Luckily, I love crazy.”

Mommy. I was going to be a mommy. I’d always wanted to be one. I’d never admitted that exact thing before now, but when I’d been traveling from city to city, alone in hotel rooms or on a bus, I’d dreamed about what it would be like to have a real family, of what I would be like as a

mom—how I would be the opposite of Jolette and be the best mom I could be. A weird thing for a teenager to think for sure—but loneliness made you think about things like what it would be like to have someone that loved you. And really loved you, not just the idea of you. There was that thing again, the one thing I hadn’t dared to have all these years. The one thing that kept popping up ever since Walker and I had locked eyes at that first game. Hope.

My heart 🥺

“It’s called manifestation, angel face. And I…happen to be a master at it.”

LMAO

I’d come full circle evidently. Because I understood now how much my mother had felt all these years. Without the other half of your soul…what were you? Nothing.

“Our little Shmoopy,”

“It’s not a little shmoopy!”

“It’s not an “it”...

“You’re having ...

Word to the wise…passing out onto a hard, tile floor when you’re 6’4 and you weigh 220 pounds…it hurts like fuck when you wake up.

HAHAHAHAHA OF COURSE THIS MAN FAINTED 😂

The crowd of paparazzi were clapping and cheering for me. These were the same people who had once reveled in my downfall, the same faces that had gleefully spread the lies and rumors Jolette and Marco had used to tarnish my name. And yet, here they were, applauding me, offering their support in a way I had never imagined possible. I flipped them off and got in the SUV. Because fuck them for deciding to be decent now

As you should girly!!!

"Olivia, I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?”

“The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.”

I would have gone through a million years of misery as long as I ended up with him. I thought about fate a lot, about how the tides could turn and change…about how one moment, one decision…could change your whole life… Like what happened when I had the pucking wrong date…and I ended up with a happily ever after.