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Adrian POV

I let out a frustrated groan once Zoey left.

While I was arguing with her, one thought kept running over and over again in my brain.

The need to kiss those luscious lips of hers.

It was a sudden desire that came over me that I couldn't explain and desperately wanted to fulfil.

It had been so bad, I had to turn away from her before I let my inner desire overcome me.

That's when she had slammed my door and left my room.

Fisting my hands at my side, I quickly changed into some athletic shorts and a muscle tank top, going down to the large gym located on the floor just below the Carmichael/Prescott penthouse living quarters.

Maybe working out and throwing a few punches at the leather punching bag would help me stop thinking about that damn Zoey!

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Music blared out of the speaker of the stereo system pushed up against the side wall.

My punches hit the bag in time to the music, my back sweating as I layed into it.

"Ugh!" I screamed out, kicking the bag and panting deeply.

"What'd that punching bag ever do to you?" Her familiar voice echoed throughout the gym.

"Brinene, what are you doing here? I thought you were in London with your husband?" I walked over to the gym bag I brought with me and pulled out my bottle of water, taking a long swig from it.

"Tommy had to stay back for business. I came back to LA for a visit. I miss you, Ian. Why don't you answer my calls anymore, little brother?" Her blue green eyes showed sadness in them as she ran a hand through her long, curly golden blonde hair.

I sighed, running a hand through my own golden hair. "I've been busy assisting dad with the company."

"Ah, I see." My sister sighed, frowning deeply. Changing the subject quickly, she asked, "What brings you down here? Someone make you mad?"

I didn't respond right away, but my sister, knowing me so well, already figured it out.

"For someone who claims not to like her, Zoey Prescott sure seems to have an effect on you."

"Please! I do not like that woman, Bri. She's wild, and crazy, and unpredictable. So NOT my type!" I went back to punching the bag.

"What did my best friend do this time?" She demanded and I didn't reply.

"Well?" Bri tapped her red stilleto pumps impatiently against the floor.

"She woke me up at nearly 2 in the morning just to complain about her date!"

"Jealously is definitely not a good color on you, bro. Why don't you just stop being such a pussy and tell her how you feel?"

"Why would I do that when I don't have feelings for her?" I began panting as I punched the bag some more.

"Ugh! I can't deal with you now." She shouted, turning on her heel and walking out the door. "I'm going to talk to Zoey. And no, little brother, I won't tell her how undeniably in love you are with her."

Before she went out the door, she sent me a wink.

"I'm not in love with her!" I shouted, punching the bag furiously, though in my head, I was shouting just how much I did love her.

Zoey POV

"Zoey Angelique Prescott!" My best friend since forever ago, shouted, outside my room. "I don't care if you're naked, dressed, or hung over, I'm coming in!"

Before I had time to even think, the large door to my bedroom burst open, and an irritated curly, long haired blonde stood, staring daggers at me through her blue green eyes. "You better explain to me, why you didn't call me back last night!"

She pointed her long, french manicured index finger at me, accusingly as I took in her appearance.

She wore a conservative, ruby red vest over a white satin, short sleeved blouse, black pencil skirt, and red stiletto pumps. On her neck, sat a golden rose pendant, in her ears she wore golden hoops, and on her ring finger, sat a large diamond engagement ring, along with a golden wedding band.

"I'm sorry, Bri- Bri! I got a little wild last night and forgot to call you back." I batted my long eyelashes at her, trying to get her to forgive me.

She glared, her red glossed lips, stretched in an angry grimace.

After several long minutes, that grimace, however, changed to a smirk.

"Aw, I forgive you, girl! I know how you get when you go partying. Heck, I used to be the same back before I met Tommy." She suddenly plopped down onto my queen-sized bed, crossing her long legs, and appearing very comfortable and at ease. "So, the guy was bad, I take it?"

"Very bad! His kisses were like my grandma's dogs. Sloppy and gross!" I recoiled as I recalled the events of the previous night. "But, how'd you know?"

"How do I always know?" She gave me her signature, 'duh' look. "Ian."

"Of course! Is he still complaining about that?" I rolled my eyes as I plopped down next to her. "So, where's Tommy?"

"Business in London. He couldn't get away from the office. Something about getting the land for a new building and other architect stuff." She explained, and I caught a quick glimpse of sadness in her eyes, but they instantly lit up when she said what she did next. "We're going out today!"

"Ugh! But I have a head ache!" I groaned as she roughly dragged me into my walk in closet.

As soon as I had come back into my room earlier, I'd popped two Advil and they seemed to help for awhile, but now my head ache was coming back again as she man handled me.

"Oh. You need to get out girl!"

"But why?" I asked, removing my red robe, standing in my closet now wearing nothing but my lacey black underwear and bra.

"Because Vidia and Rosette want to meet for brunch. They heard I was back in town and want to catch up. They want to see you too. It's been forever since the gang's gotten together." She turned and faced me, whistling. "Damn, girl! You have more curves than a road going through the Grand Canyon. Here. Cover up before I gauge my eyes out since I'm so jealous."

She tossed me a flared, black skirt and red silk button down shirt.

I rolled my eyes, pulling the skirt and shirt on. "You say that every time."

Suddenly, my cell phone started ringing where I left it laying on my bedside table.

"It's Daniel." Bri stated, walking out of the closet and to the table. "Do you want me to answer?"

"Yes, but tell him I'm in the shower or something." I instructed.

She stifled a laugh as she answered.

"Hello. You have reached the phone of Zoey Prescott. She can't come to the phone right now because she has no fucks to give. Have a nice day!"

"Bri!" I ran out of the closet and snatched my phone from her.

She snickered the entire time.

"I see Brinene is as pleasant as always." His English accent had me nearly melting.

"Sorry about that. You know how she can be." I pushed open the doors leading out to it and stepped onto my balcony.

"It's amazing how she's related to Adrian. They're complete opposites." He chuckled that laugh of his that had my insides turning to butter.

"I think that's why I get along with her so well. . . So, what's up?"

"Oh. I just wanted to ring you up. . . And see if wanted to catch up?" I didnt miss the seductive undertone to his voice.

Daniel Franklyn had been the closest thing I'd ever had to a boyfriend. He took me out on dates, bought me roses and chocolates, and treated me like a princess.

He knew about my party girl life style, but always knew I would make time for him when he needed.

"I don't know. I have a business meeting first thing in the morning." I smirked, not letting him get me that easily this time.

"Well, I have a business meeting that needs your assistance tonight." His voice grew deep and husky. "It needs your dictation."

I stifled the laugh that started to come out. "Well, maybe I could squeeze you into my schedule."

"Oh. You'll be squeezing me into more than just your schedule, Miss. Prescott."

My body instantly grew warm at the thought of being with him again.

"Is that so?" I whispered huskily.

"You know it is. Meet me at Renaldo's at 7:30 tonight?"

"Okay. I'll see you then." I replied and ended the call.

"Well?" Bri questioned me once I went back into the room.

"I have a date at 7:30." I rolled my eyes when she whistled after I put some makeup on.

"You look hot!"

"Bri, if I didn't know you had a husband and are straight, I would think you were a lesbian hitting on me!" I giggled.

"If I were a lesbian, I'd be doing more than that to you!" She giggled with me.

After we finished laughing, Bri started talking again.

"Well, let's get going to meet the girls. When we're done we'll come back here and I'm helping you get ready for your date." Bri had always been pushy so I was used to her taking charge. "Oh and we're taking your Mustang."

I sighed, walking into my closet and grabbing a pair of red lace wedges, sliding them onto my feet.

Adrian POV

I frowned when Bri texted me about Zoey's date with Daniel Franklyn. I wasn't sure why my sister texted me about it, but I assumed it was to get me frustrated and wound up. Brinene Vanderbil had a habit of getting people wound up just to make things a little more interesting.

Sometimes, I wondered how her husband, Thomas Vanderbil, dealt with her. I sure had a hell of a hard time dealing with her and she was my big sister.

"Is everything okay, honey?" My mother, Rosalyn Carmichael, asked from her spot next to me at the breakfast table. Her blonde hair was pulled back and in a bun away from her face, her blue eyes looking worried.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, everything's fine." I replied, staring down at my plate of eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes, but not making a move to eat any of it.

"What's bothering you, Ian? You're not eating."

I groaned. Mother's always had a way of knowing when you were upset.

"It's nothing to worry about, Mom." I told her, smiling and forcing myself to take a forkful of potatoes and eat them.

"I know that isn't the case. You're upset and I highly suspect it's because of Zoey."

Damn, mom! How do you do that?

I froze with the fork still in my mouth.

"What happened now?" She asked in an exasperated voice.

I frowned, putting my fork down and swallowing the potatoes before explaining.

"Ah, so you're jealous." She said after I finished speaking.

"I am not! I don't even like the woman." I declared.

"If you're talking about my daughter, Ian, then you're lying to yourself. We all can see how in love you are with her." Juliet Prescott walked into the kitchen, wearing grey pajama pants, a black tank top, and a pair of fluffy white house shoes. Her long, dark wavy brown hair was pulled up into a loose bun and her violet eyes appeared glazed, as if she wasn't fully awake yet.

"I am NOT in love with Zoey." I growled, growing very frustrated. What was with everyone saying that?

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that, son." My mother remarked, standing up and walking over to Juliet, waiting to make herself a cup of coffee from the pot her best friend was brewing.

Ugh! I needed to get out for awhile.

"I'm going out. I'll be back later tonight." I told the two women before me, standing up and leaving my plate, barely touched, on the kitchen table.