Page 173 of Perfect Pucking Match


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I’ve come a long way since last fall. Ruining all that progress for this prick isn’t worth it.

But I can’t leave it like this.

I just can’t.

Sensing where my head is at, Caleb slowly slides to my side, until we are shoulder to shoulder.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I got this.” He winks before pulling out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously.

“You’ll see,” Caleb cackles as he continues to film Cooper with his companions.

I turn my head to the side, not wanting to have the visual of the rat bastard coming, while Caleb conducts his little amateur porno flick.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, but this fucker looks like one of the villains in those second-rate eighties movies,” Caleb muses, disgusted. “Who does coke anymore?”

“Are you done?” I growl, wanting to get the hell out of here before I do something stupid like knock Cooper’s teeth out.

“Yeah, I’m done,” Caleb smirks as he fiddles with his phone.

“What are you going to do with that?” I ask.

“Trust me. I got your back.” Caleb smiles mischievously as his phone starts blowing up.

“Where are you?!” I hear Piper’s loud shout from the other line.

“Well, hello to you too, gorgeous,” Caleb retorts with a chuckle.

“Stop fucking around and tell me where you are?” Piper yells back.

“We’re at a party at the Hilton.”

“I hear music. Is there a DJ there?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he retorts, confused.

“Good. Go to him and give him your phone.”

“As you wish, gorgeous. Just know that you owe me one. Big time,” Caleb replies with a sly smile before leaving my side to go to the makeshift stage at the center of the room with the DJ’s station.

I watch as Caleb whispers into the DJ’s ear and then pulls out his wallet to hand her over what I can only assume to be a few hundred-dollar bills. Caleb then slides his phone to the DJ as she listens attentively to what Piper tells her.

I have no idea what they are up to at this point, but when the DJ stops the music, I know I’m about to find out. Everybody at the party groans in annoyance, but that doesn’t seem to fluster her. She then places the phone to her mike, Piper’s voice ringing loudly into the room as if she were here with us.

“COOPER ADAMS! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NEXT TIME YOU COME TO BOSTON, I’M GONNA CUT YOUR BALLS OFF!”

I turn to where Cooper has been sitting all night and see him fling himself off the couch with his tiny limp dick still out.

“The man of the hour, ladies and gentlemen!” Caleb shouts on the mike, pointing towards Cooper.

The whole crowd laughs as he hurries to put his miniature cock away, only to trip over and fall on his knees. His two escorts try to help him out, but he just slaps their hands away, cursing as he does it. His face is beet red as he scrambles to get back on his feet, running out of the party as fast as his legs allow. But just as he’s about to fly past me, I step in front of him, forcing the asshole to slam into me, almost losing his balance and falling on his face again.

His shifty eyes land on mine, and I smirk.

“You!” he blurts out, stunned.

“Yeah, motherfucker, me,” I growl before leaning down and whispering in his ear. “You’re done. She’s mine now. And unlike you, I intend to keep her.”

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