The ex.

"Aw man, it was just gettin' good." Zayne rubbed his booty into my steadily growing boner before leaping off my lap and pausing the film. Was he talking about the plot to the movie or the tent I was pitching in my underwear?

Zayne let the blanket we were snuggling in fall to the floor as he walked to the door to see who knocked. His cheery expression became cold as he saw who it was. "Lucien," Zayne frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Covering up with the blanket, I craned my neck forward from the couch to get a better look at our visitor. It was a spiky-haired individual with a handsome face and a jean jacket that made him like he was some 80's star.

"I heard you have and opening at that restaurant of yours. Put in a good word for me and I might consider taking you out on a date." Something about this Lucien fellow's tone made me feel uneasy about him. Zayne must have felt the same way since he just rolled his eyes at his visitor's statement.

"You and me are ancient history. Go back to that skank who thinks she's better than everyone else and I will try to forget that you had the nerve to come crawling back." Zayne crossed his arms.

"Hey, no need to be so hostile." Lucien placed a hand on Zayne's shoulder and something in me got fired up. Lucien's touch was light but it was enough to set off an unexpected form of possessiveness within me. Don't you touch Zayne! It's bad enough that you get to interrupt our time alone together, now you think you can just lay your filthy hands on him?!

Tying the blanket around my waist, I stomped towards the front door gaining Lucien's attention. His eyes went wide when he saw how tall I was. His hand flinched away from Zayne and for the first time in a long time, I was angry.