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That was the one I didn’t expect to affect me as much. I didn't think seeing him again and reliving all that had occurred would hurt so badly. If anything, I tried too hard to distract Chloe and get her to move on so quickly because I didn’t want to deal with the way leaving him made me feel.
Half empty.
Missing one third of my soul.
“God dammit Zane what have you done,” I curse to myself grabbing a bottle of tequila from the table to my right and taking a long swig of the clear liquid, loving the way it burns down my throat as I swallow.
One girl at the table looks horrified while the two others nod knowingly. Yup, I needed that.
“Woah,” Preston calls out, taking the bottle from my hand but before he can set it back down Chloe snags it out of his and takes a swig of it too. Teags and another guy come over to join us hollering obnoxiously for Chloe to keep chugging.
But this time it’s someone else entirely who forcefully yanks the bottle out of her grasp. Someone I definitely did not expect to see tonight.
Zane.
“Sorry Brad, Chad, and Thad, but these two are mine.” He says the last word with such conviction I think he truly believes it.
Hell maybe it is because the way my body goes stiff and my heart beat turns erratic by the sheer sound of his voice must be proof.
It’s like I fucking summoned him out of thin air just by saying his name out loud.
“Are you fucking kidding me Zane?” I blurt out, noticing Chloe’s shocked expression, her eyes flicking back and forth between us. He has to be freaking kidding me. I step out of Preston’s reach and toward Zane who suddenly has Teags by the collar of his preppy as fuck polo. “Four freaking months you’ve been out of our lives and now suddenly you’re back and think you have a say in who we take home and fuck.”
Zane growls. A deep guttural sound that echoes in the room and shoots a flare of desire straight through me. “Is that what you’re planning to do with this “douchebro” Avery? You planning on taking him back to the condo and fucking his brains out.” He laughs maniacally and it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does but fuck I’m already dripping at just the sight of his hands nearly choking Teags and the look of possession that’s taken over his face.
Zane spits down at Teags’ feet as he releases him, pushing him back and making him stumble before his buddy steadies him on his feet.
There’s a whole crowd that’s formed around us, watching intently but that doesn’t make him back down. I think it drives him to keep going. Zane steps closer to me, ignoring the way Chloe’s eyes are shot wide in horror at the scene he’s causing in our place of work.
“There sure isn’t much in there with the amount of times he’s said the word “dude”and“that’s sick bro”in the last ten minutes.”
I roll my eyes, stabbing his chest with my finger but the motion backfires when a sudden zing of electricity shoots up my arm at the contact. Sparks, goddamn sparks are flying between us.
“Oh yeah, real mature coming from a forty-year-old, overgrown fuckboy,” I spat out, trying my hardest to ignore the way my thighs are begging me to press them together just to feel a little relief.
Suddenly Zane’s fingers wrap around my waist and dig into my lower back while his lips nibble slightly on my ear in the most sensual way. “You didn’t seem to care about my mature age when you we’re desperately trying to get me to fuck your brains out.”
I take a moment longer than I’d hoped but snap out of it and push him away. “Oh, fuck off Zane. Like we had to try hard. You were just as eager to get your dick fucked as we were. Though, in case you’ve forgotten, you were the one to end that, not me.”
He turns to meet Chloe’s wide-eyed stare and a somber look creeps along his face, his jaw clenching as regret washes over him. “Yeah, I already told you two last week I fucked up. What’s it going to take to get you two to forgive me?”
I’m stunned speechless by his admission in front of the entire crowd of drunk patrons who I wish won’t remember a damn thing come tomorrow morning. I mean Zane doesn’t look like he's old but it’s obvious he’s older than us and I can feel the half judgment, half jealousy glares from the chicks standing around us.
I lower my voice leaning forward so only he can hear me. “Well, going all possessive caveman on our friends isn’t the way.”
Zane clears his throat and reaches for me again, this time tucking a loose strand of sweat clad hair behind my ear. I shiver from his touch, immediately hating how much this man has a hold on me.
He follows my lead and whispers back, keeping whatever he’s about to say between just the two of us. “They say you never know what you lost until it’s about to become someone else's.”
I scoff, “So what you're saying is you’re not here just because you want her to be yours, you’re doing this just so she’s not theirs.” I can’t help it. I let my emotions get the best of me and my voice shrieks letting everyone hear me.
He swallows the lumps in his throat caused by the rawness of my words. “Greed is a sick motherfucker.”
“No Zane Anderson, you are.”
Chloe steps closer to us just in time to hear our conversation and the pain written all over her face makes me sick to my stomach.
“Fuck, that’s not at all what I meant,” Zane calls out to Chloe, but she looks up at him with tears in her eyes and before he can reach out and apologize, she takes off running through the crowd toward the restrooms.
