The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

To my red flag renegades who know “Yes, Daddy” and a spanking are both signs of a good time.

“Hey, ref, you pregnant? You’ve missed two periods,” I sniped as I skated past.

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I may be thirty-one years old...but “Yo Mama” jokes definitely still did it for me.

Im 33 and SAME 🤣

With each leap and turn, she cast a spell. My life changed. There was only before her, and after her.

She was a fucking masterpiece. I’d never seen anything in my life as beautiful...as perfect as… Fuck! I glanced around, a strange heat clawing up my neck. Everyone was seeing her like this. Everyone was seeing what was mine.

Unfortunately, the three hundred followers she had were all men. So, I’d spent thirty minutes reporting all of them—and then reporting her account, too, because it was nothing but a thirst trap for horny assholes. We’d be having a discussion about privacy and who to accept as friends at a later date.

I mean, I was so interested in this girl I might as well have a neon sign over my head that said “pick me, choose me, love me,” like I was an intern on Grey’s Anatomy.

The way she looked when she fell...that flare of pain in her eyes. Should I go back there and insist I take her to the hospital to get checked out? The fall didn’t look too bad, but maybe it was worse than I thought? No, no. I couldn’t just fucking kidnap her. Yet.