The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

Walker Davis is going to ruin me…but for once, it might be worth it. I’m a pariah, an outcast, and my life is not my own. I went to that hockey game hoping for an escape and found one in him. They call Walker Davis “Disney” for a reason, because the superstar goalie is the “Prince Charming” of every girl’s dreams. He told me he understood I just wanted one perfect night… But now he’s everywhere I go. He seems to know everything about me. He keeps saying I’m the one. And he’s trying to change my last name. He’s crazy… A wrong date can never be a happily ever after though…right?

“I feel like I need a smoke after watching that interaction,” she commented with a smug grin, her eyebrows rising and falling lecherously.

I felt dizzy. Confused. Caught…

“Please don’t leave. And please remember that it’s not usually like this,” I begged, wishing there was some sort of, I don’t know, handcuff, around…?

Hercules had to be taken care of.

The voice of reason in my head screamed at me to stop, but the obsession, the overwhelming need to possess her, drowned out those voices.

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

I was drunk on him. Addicted. Desperate in fact.

“I’m like a proud papa, Linc. Look at our boy, just out in the world, blackmailing people like a psychopath,” he gushed as soon as I’d gotten in.

How did you explain to someone that didn’t know you, that you breathed for them? That the blood in your veins surged with every beat of their heart, and that their presence was the very essence of your existence.

I yelled, turning my hat backwards, a move that for some reason made all the girls go crazy. Women were weird.

Circle of Trust all the fucking way.

This was what love looked like—a bond so deep and profound that you couldn’t imagine your life without that person, that you didn’t know where their happiness began and yours ended.

I put on my Lincoln Daniels face as I walked into the restaurant. The one that said I was the king of badassery, a prince among men. And all these fuckers were just lucky to breathe the same air as me.

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

She signed her name with a flourish and I decided right then and there to have her signature tattooed on me.

I was up now, because if Lincoln ‘Fucking’ Daniels was going to dance like an angel…I was going to dance too.

My hand slipped into my pocket. I’d started doing a slightly weird thing when I’d begun working towards her pregnancy…I’d taken to carrying…handcuffs.

“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.”

Like what happened when I had the pucking wrong date…and I ended up with a happily ever after.