The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

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I walked out and almost lost my mind.

What the fuck was that?

No. No. No. No. No.

Short skirt.

The shortest I had ever seen on Charlotte.

Very short.

Too short.

Everything short.

So short she should get charged and be forced to remove it.

Slowly.

In front of me.

My cock stirred.

Fuck me.

Why did my thoughts always have to go to the worst places when it came to her? She was my best friend, damn it. Best friends did not walk into a hotel lobby on qualifying morning looking like that.

Best friends wore jeans. Team jackets. Things that did not make my cock wake up before I had even seen

the car.

If she bent down, everything would be on show.

What the hell? Did she check the mirror before walking out?

This was not right. It needed to be sorted out before qualifying or I would lose my shit in front of cameras, engineers, and my own brother.

Then I glared at Marco because he was standing too close to her and I was not fucking having it.

Not while she wore that skirt.

I made myself a wall between them.

She never wore this to races.

Never.

I would not be able to concentrate. She had to change. She could not go like that. I would lose it if a man

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stared, and they would stare. Who in their right mind would not stare at that ass? It filled out in all the right places and kept begging me to slap it. To grip it. To remember how it had felt in my hands while I

cked her against the glass.

“Charlotte.” I tried to sound normal. Not like this was a thing. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but shouldn’t you wear pants today?”

She looked down. “I like this outfit.”

Then at Marco, who was clearly trying to listen to as much as he could and also looked a little too red, like he could not believe she was wearing that either.

I swallowed. “There isn’t anything wrong with it—”

“Good. Then I’m wearing it.”

Fuck.

She did not even wait for me to finish.

My hands tightened at my sides.

I followed her further into the lobby. I wanted to kill everyone who looked at her the wrong way. I was losing my mind and I could not hide it. I did not even try very hard.

I walked behind her.

Blocked as much of her as I could.

When she dropped her pass I lunged for it so she would not have to bend.

A man near the guard looked for a quick second.

Then looked again.

Then walked into a luggage cart.

The cart jumped. He swore. His coffee went everywhere. He was still looking at her legs when he should have been looking at the floor he had just made a mess of.

I stared at him until he found the ground interesting.

If we had been anywhere else I would have put him through the cart.

Charlotte did not notice.

Or she noticed and decided I was being dramatic.

Another one by the doors almost missed the step. His friend grabbed his elbow. Both of them had the decency to look guilty when they caught my face.

Good. They should feel guilty. They should feel lucky they still had teeth.

What the fuck was I going to do?

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Qualifying. QI. Q2. Q3.

Could I even remember how my car worked at this point?

All I could think about was the length of that skirt and the fact that last night I had run from a dress and this morning she had brought a worse problem into public.

Crop top. My name across her chest. My fucking name big and bold on a cropped top, straight across her breasts.

What was she trying to do to me?

She even had some stomach showing that I wanted to put my mouth on. I looked for the marks I purposefully left on her. I was pissed she’d clearly covered them up.

“You’re hovering,” she said.

“I’m standing next to you. Nothing wrong with that.”

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