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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ZANDER
Vicky and I utilized our car service to drive us into the city. Two cars arrived at our home every morning, driving us to downtown Atlanta. It was fucking stupid. But we couldn’t ride together because then Hayden would know we were not only a couple, but living together. He had no idea his sister lived in a plush house in the suburbs of Atlanta. Felt good, knowing I took damn good care of my woman.
I arrived home later that night around ten thirty. The song ‘This Is How We Do It’ bounced off the walls as I strolled into the massive living room.
Vicky, Alissa, and Macy danced barefoot, holding their drinks high. I leaned against the entryway, smiling. Vicky deserved to celebrate. She worked damn hard. Vicky sashayed over to me, planting a long kiss on my lips. “Hi, baby!”
“Hello, celebrating I see.”
She pointed to her friends, swaying in my arms. “Yes!”
Vicky had her fair share of drinks.
“Hello, Alissa, Macy.” I waved.
“Wolf man,” Alissa snickered.
“I’m twenty-five not eighteen.”
“It’s your nickname.”
“Vicky, you cougar,” Macy grinned, sliding her tongue around the rim of her glass, staring in my direction. I’d had enough women in my life at a young age to know that look.
Macy was a new friend of Vicky’s. I wouldn’t bring her thirsty friends seductive looks to her attention today. I’d wait. Hopefully, Vicky wouldn’t claw her eyes out.
“Baby, I’ll be upstairs in the theater room. But I’ll be back to check on you ladies.”
She nodded and returned her attention to her friends.
Surprised the ladies weren’t partying in the basement. There was a full bar, dance floor, game room, and a second theater.
After slipping into a T-shirt and red basketball shorts, I grabbed a beer out of my mini fridge and sat on the sofa, flipping channels.
Two hours later, I glanced over the balcony. The ladies were sprawled out on the sofas.
I jogged down the wide dark staircase.
Leaning over, I brushed Alissa’s dark hair out of her face. “Alissa, wake up.”
She swatted my hand. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into one of the two guest bedrooms on the first floor. I laid her on the king-sized bed and pulled the comforter over her. Returning to the living room, I swept Macy into my arms and carried her across the hall. Her long brown hair hung over her mouth. She peeked at me, slapping her hair out of her face.
“I must be dreaming. You’re so beautiful. All that dark hair. And that gruffy beard. I bet Vicky can’t keep her hands off of you.”
“You’re right. She can’t.”
“Does she treat you right?” she winked.
I laid Macy on the bed.
Someone grabbed the back of my T-shirt.
“Watch it bitch!” Vicky growled, reaching around me, pulling Macy’s hair.
“He’s my fucking man.”
“Vicky, let her go.”
