else which was confirmed when she spun around with a flash of something…unnatural in her eyes.
I scooted forward, staring as my stomach rolled like I was going to hurl. “Oh, be dazzle, I think we have a problem.” Looking over at Diego curiously, “You slept with her, right?”
Zoe interrupted giving him a look of disgust. “Several times as I recall. One time he had me call him pretending to be his sick aunt just so he could escape after an all night sex-a-thon with her.”
He leaned in, lowering his voice sexily, “I had you call because I was really hoping to convince you on a threesome. You. Me. Her. It would have been like a delicious multicultural sandwich, and I would have licked and ate every crumb.” He stuck out his tongue mimicking a dirty sexual move.
I smirked, knowing full well how much Diego loved to ruffle Zoe’s feathers. Not because he wanted her sexually, but because he could. They were like big sister, little brother with Zoe smacking him down and keeping him in check and Diego rebelling and causing havoc with every woman he slept with. Most of the time, she was left as the cleanup crew, fixing the shit he got in. For that matter, most of the time, I was part of that cleanup crew. It was exhausting, but all family love.
Zoe punched him in the chest as she made gagging sounds. “That’s never going to happen.”
“Once you go Diego, you’ll never go back to those boring business guys you date.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t date them. I fuck them. There’s a big difference.”
Giving us his flawless smile, he responded in his characteristic dead-panned way. “You only fuck them because you don’t want to deal with the hassle of finding a real man that can handle your fine ass. You need rough and tumble baby. Someone to challenge you.” He looked at me with narrowed eyes, “That goes for the both of you.”
Zoe and I looked at each other, rolling our eyes. “We’re not taking advice from a notorious man whore. Thank you, but no thank you,” I responded dryly.
He shrugged his heavily muscled shoulders, “I’m the best person to give you two hags advice. Believe me. I know the games men run on women, in fact, I perfected them. Besides, I love you and I want to see you with the best.”
I was going to kiss him for his uncharacteristically sweet words when he ruined it by saying. “And since perfection is unavailable.” He pointed to himself, “You two, never-going-to-get-a-good-hard-lay chicks need all the help you can get with finding the next best thing.”
“Oh just shut up,” Zoe barked.
I ignored both of them as my eyes focused on Angelique again. Something about her was disturbing. “Is it me, or does she have a serious vampire vibe thing going on? I mean all she needs is some sparkly glitter floating around her and this would be a blockbuster vampire movie.”
Zoe narrowed her gaze. “Yup, but I always thought her freaky ass was creepy. But that creepiness sure wouldn’t stop Diego from hitting it...again.”
His eyes glinted as if he took that as some sort of challenge. “Nope! Not at all. I would pursue and destroy that ass all night long.”
Yup, he took it as a challenge and the worse thing to do was challenge Diego, who was the worst kind of predator, a hot good looking one that didn’t discriminate on the women he dated. If they were hot, he hunted and destroyed.
Zoe snorted, a clear sign that she was about to embark on one of her Diego induced tirades. “Do you know how many backup dancers that I had to console then fire while we were on tour? I can’t even count that shit on my hands and toes.”
Diego looked at his well-manicured nails laughing under his breath.
I groaned because I witnessed the truth from personal experience of having to watch all the backstage drama unfold. Women bickering and fighting was not a cool thing, especially when all I needed was the peace to focus on my performances.
Zoe pointed over at him angrily,