Puck Puckerman Novels & Stories

he smiles "I have heard nothing but good things about you " By one in the afternoon we still chilling drinking non alcoholic punch swimming I am really enjoying Ryan's company he's cool maybe after Mr Parker we can date is that too much ? Maybe but I don't care. Mr Parker and three of his buddies walk up to the pool house with boxes of pizza and beers the greet us then proceed. I stand up taking off my bikini cover reaching for the sunscreen when I see that Mr Parker have settled down the seat he took is facing right straight at me. "Ryan could you be a darling and get my back" he practically jumps at the opportunity. His hands so soft around my shoulders I could get use to this.

"Same old, same old. I’ll have to return for checkups on time and I can’t consume alcohol. You kids need to take care of yourselves. Otherwise, you’ll end up like me when you’re my age." "All right, I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Then, I’ll be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Mr. Puckett." "Take care!" Brennan Puckett was like an affectionate senior who took care of his juniors.

Then he picks up his coffee. "What do you need me to say on record." I ask him four questions. He answers all four clearly, directly, without hedging. By the time we're done I have exactly what I need — an eyewitness account of the contract approvals from someone inside the organization with no financial motive to lie. I stop the recorder and put it away. "Thank you," I say. "Don't make me regret it." He stands and pulls on his jacket. "And tell Cole to stop skating alone at eleven at night. Paulson's going to bench him for a twisted ankle before the season even starts."

Parker says, wiggling his eyebrows at Pamela, who stretches across the table and smacks him on the back of the head. “That’s not nice,” she says and Parker apologizes under his breath while I smile. Pam is around the same age as my mom, but she is a British lady that has been living in America for around thirty years and she has been serving our beers since we were underage. All thanks to the fake IDs that Parker got us. “She really is moving on isn’t she?” Benny asks and we all nod our heads while he takes his beer to his mouth and drinks it all up, he then slams his glass in the center of the table and raises his hand to the young waitress behind the bar pointing at the empty glass.

He was a blonde guy with a frecklish but handsome face. She smile at them and walked in their direction. Both of them stood up and shook Elena’s hand one by one. The handsome guy spoke first, “We never knew Mr. Parker had Ms. Phoebe Schmidt right under his nose. My daughter is a fan of your book.” “That’s so sweet of you to say that.” “Hello, Ms. Schmidt, I am Henry Stokes, a lawyer and he is my assistant, Mr. Brooks, who is such a big fan of yours himself that he forgot to introduce himself.” The old man spoke.

“Come to think of it, nothing beats picking pucks with an Alpha. Don’t you think?!” I didn’t respond. I moved further, getting away from his jerk-embedded personality. He followed me, not closely but behind me. “Alpha’s picking pucks,” he sang. “Picking pucks with Alpha.” He repeated it over and over again. I decided to just keep quiet until I finished this. I wouldn’t let his silliness put me in deeper shit than I already was. He was not going to drag a person of title like me into the mud. Minutes passed by as we picked the pucks. I decided to engage my mind with other things, especially the task ahead of me and the whole writing in that paper.

‘’My name is Leonardo De Salvo’’ he introduced himself staring into Mr. Parker’s eyes to know his reaction. He could see the look of shock on his face that was enough to prove him right that it was the man he was thinking about.’’ Leonardo De Salvo the CEO of super pacific company and also the only son of late Alexandra and Abigail De Salvo’’. He added while staring intently at Mr. Parker studying his every reaction to his words. Mr. Parker broke out in cold sweats as he shifted his gaze from Leon to Ivy. He could remember the incident that happened years ago.

Mary cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Em, when's the last time you did anything fun?" I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died on my lips. When was the last time? Between the endless reports, the late nights, and the constant pressure to prove myself in a sea of male engineers, fun had become a foreign concept. "That's what I thought," Mary said, her voice softening. "Come on, there's this new club opening tonight. Club Enigma. Very exclusive, very mysterious. I managed to snag us some tickets."

"Yes ma'am. Charlie Cox, popularly known as Red Bull. He's a Mafia and also serves as a broker." Erin's fists tightened. She did know there was something off about the guy. Yes, he was dressed corporately but didn't act corporately. He never even mentioned the name of his company. He was chewing gum and his voice came out thick and erratic. Like he was a smoke addict. "Find out the jerk who set me up with a criminal!" She stood up to leave and then almost bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." She apologised before looking up to see who it was.

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.