Chapter 80- We are going to fight

Life was full of surprises. Zander thought.

There were good surprises, like finding out Elvie’s pussy tasted like honeydew and was tighter than his fist. There were also bad surprises, like finding Kristal standing inside his apartment, his spare keys dangling from her fingers in triumph, completely naked.

Again.

He dropped his suitcase and cracked his neck, walking straight to the bar. Luckily, they’d broken things off before he’d had the chance to become a full-blown alcoholic. Kristal certainly looked better behind the mist of hard liquor.

“Are you officially a nudist? I haven’t seen you with clothes on in a while,” Zander pondered, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

“You’re funny,” she hissed in what he assumed was meant to be a seductive way.

“And you’re naked. For a rich girl, you could surely use a new wardrobe. How did you get my keys?”

Part of him wanted to know, and the other dreaded killing the person who’d given them to her—not that there was a long list to ch