Chapter 4

~Zane

"Hi Zane, looking good," I heard someone say. Probably one of my father's friends or one of their kids. 

But I couldn't respond to them, as I was trying to avoid someone. 

Suddenly, I heard that high-pitched scream. 

"Zane!" 

Shit! She found me. 

Slowly, I turned back to see her approach, her tall curvy figure clad in a full-length red dress with spaghetti straps, her auburn hair, primed to wavy perfection from multiple hair products, I was sure. 

"Hey, Finny," I greeted. "Happy birthday, and congratulations," I finished, shifting slightly on my feet with the desire to leave her presence. 

"Thanks, darling. But you didn't bring me a gift?" She asked, her full red lipstick-painted lips, pulled into a pout. 

I stayed silent at the question. 

The truth was I wasn't here for her. I didn't even want to be here, if not for Dad pressuring me. 

Dad had informed me that he had something very important to tell me, concerning my working in his company and ultimately inheriting it, and he had asked that we meet at this party since he would be bringing his new wife too. 

I couldn't care less about his new marriage, as this was the fourth he was having ever since Mum and Corrine died. Deaths he had had a hand in. 

I shook the gloomy memories off. 

"Sorry, I didn't bring a gift. I forgot," I apologized blandly. 

Finny and I were engaged to be married by our fathers who were best friends, but I didn't want it, and I had no plans to follow through on it, which couldn't be said about Finny, especially after that one night we had sex a few years ago. 

Leaning into me, her right hand pressed to my chest, she purred. 

"How about you give me the perfect birthday gift, here and now? There should be empty corners around here, and it will only take a few minutes," She added, batting her long-lashed eyes seductively, the hand on my chest gradually crawling lower to my belt. 

"Uhmm, sorry, but no. The first time was a mistake I have no intention of repeating," I stated coldly, as I put space between us. 

"But, we are engaged! I have a right to your body!" She snapped, her irritation leaking into her voice, and her childishness revealing itself. 

"This engagement is just a fiasco as I have no plans to be anything to you. Now, if you would excuse me," I brushed her off, then went in search of my best friend and manager, Steve.

Sighting his light blonde head talking to a lady, I was heading towards him when my eyes caught sight of something in hot pink. 

Uhn-? 

She was clasping my father's arm, while he spoke to his best friend, Ezekiel, and I couldn't see her face clearly from where I stood, her long dark blonde hair obstructing my view. But what had my attention fixated on her was the extremely short hot pink poor excuse of a dress she was wearing. 

Ummm… Looks like Dad married another attention-seeking slutty witch. I thought sarcastically, tearing my gaze away from her body while edging away from there, so my father wouldn't see me. 

I wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

Noticing that Steve was no longer where I saw him, I went into the courtyard, which was where the party was truly happening. 

Taking a glass of wine from one of the servers, I approached Steve where he was standing solely at the edge of the room, observing the partiers. 

"Hey man," I greeted as soon as I was close to him. 

"Hey Zane, what'sup? I couldn't give you the invitation card as you left in a hurry that day at the club. You know you won't be admitted into the fighting ring without it and your fight is happening tonight," Steve stated in greeting. 

"Yeah, I know. I had something important to get back to, which was why I left in haste," 

"A woman?" Steve asked, his dark brows wagging comically. 

"What else would it be?" I asked jokingly, laughing softly. 

I had gone back to my car that night at the club, only to see that my mystery woman had left after giving me the most amazing sex ever. 

Once our eyes met at the bar stand when I interrupted her kiss, it had been lust at first sight for me. 

The sudden attraction had punched me square in the gut, and I could do nothing but stare at her, till her lips were on mine and I got lost again. 

After she left, I had gone back to the club the last two nights, hoping I would see her again, but I didn't. I still planned on trying my luck again today. 

Hopefully, she would be there, and if she wasn't, I would term it as one of those amazing things that happened to a man once in a lifetime, because that sex had been wow. 

I had never blown off my load that fast, after entering a woman. 

"Your Dad at your six o clock, Zane. His new arm candy is with him," Steve suddenly said, his eyes glancing behind me. 

"Urgh," I let out a small groan of annoyance. I really didn't want to talk to him now, but I guess I couldn't put it off forever. 

"Let's get this over with," I mumbled to myself, hoping our conversation would be very short. I didn't like talking to Dad, as it always left me in a pissed-off mood.

I looked back when I heard him call my name, and what I saw stunned me so much, I could only stare in confusion. 

What's she doing next to my Dad and on his arm, no less? I wondered as they came closer. 

Then introductions were made and my surprise and confusion turned to disgust as I stared at the beautiful green eyes I had thought looked guileless as they stared at me in desire that night.

Dad really knows how to pick them wife. It's been barely a month into the marriage and she was already cheating. I thought sarcastically, as my eyes ran down her slim but curvy body clad in pink. 

Even in daylight, she still looked good enough to eat, and I wanted another taste of her, which annoyed me greatly. 

Then Dad dropped the bomb. 

"Here is why I wanted to see you. For the rest of your last year in college, you will be living together with me and my new wife, and this is not up for discussion. Your inheritance depends on it," Dad stated, pulling a small shocked gasp from her lips, while I stared at him in anger. 

Absolutely fucking not. I didn't want to see his face every day, nor did I want to be privy to his disgusting sexual fetishes. I had enough of that while growing up. 

Also, how would I be able to keep my hands and dick to myself, if I lived in the same house with the forbidden fruit, especially after tasting it once? 

I was in no way satisfied and I wanted more.