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“Just because he couldn’t keep his shit in his pants. I start out with the same speech before each tour: ‘Please keep your ass and mouth to yourself… Choreographer and dancer Diego…’ She did a game host wave, ‘is a hit-it-then-quite-it ass wipe. He’s not going to call after he fucks you, but you can feed the animal at your own risk because Infinity and I are not responsible for any mental or physical damages inflicted by said man whore.’”
    I laughed hard because this was the actual speech given by her with me standing by her side adlibbing with an ‘I’m a mean diva that will fire your ass’ look on my face. It always worked; the new dancers would nod their heads like they understood every word then the next minute they would be throwing their panties at him like they were in mating heat.
    He scrunched his nose at Zoe. “I’m ignoring you right now. I’ll talk to Infinity and not to the jealous hag named Zoe.”
    “Hag? I’ll remember that the next time you want me to call your cell pretending to be a sick relative so that you can escape from another skanky predicament. In fact, maybe I’ll remind everyone that you and I are orphans and we have no blood family.”
    I smiled at him widely, “Don’t worry, Diego, you still have me as your backup caller.”
    Zoe looked at me quickly, “I wouldn’t encourage him. Remember your fantabulous hairstylist? The one he slept with, that you had to fire cause she got all crazy stalkerish?”
    I gave him the evil eye. “Yeah, I do. She was my favorite hairstylist and it took me forever to find a replacement.” I pushed him away. “Forget it, cross me off the caller list.”
    His eyes pleaded mockingly. “But we’re family.”
    Zoe grinned evilly. “We’re not biological, that means we can cut you off like that.” She snapped her fingers in his face.
    He grinned sweetly. “The three of us are tighter than biological. So you won’t cut me off, and tonight like the dysfunctional family that we are, we’re going to get obscenely drunk and grind on each other on the dance floor like we’re starring in a porno flick.” He smiles at me salaciously, “Which will give me a prime opportunity to get up next to that mighty fine ass that you’re displaying in that hot tight dress.”
    I loved his raunchy banter. “Thanks for the compliment.”
    Zoe made ass kissing sounds.
    Diego smirked, “What? She’s my sister and my money making boss.”
    I point over at Zoe. “And she’s your business partner, but I don’t see you pointing that shit out.”
    “What’s this, pick on Diego night? I just made one comment. A nice one about how hot your ass looks tonight.”
    I rolled my eyes at his naughty grin because I knew behind the flawless face and body he was a freaking genius. And when he threw that wide grin, there was a whole lot of ticking in that intelligent brain that many women didn’t try to understand—his money and looks was all they cared about, and that was why Zoe and I protected him fiercely. Not that he needed it, no woman got close to his heart, ever. Women came and went, all intimidated by our relationship. That’s why there were so many rumors circulating about us, rumors that I was sleeping with Diego, rumors that Zoe was sleeping with Diego and the biggest rumor being that we were involved in some hot threesome. Definitely not.
    “You’ve been checking out my ass?”
    He leaned back crossing his muscled arms across his well-defined chest. “I can’t miss it. It’s there, and it’s glorious.”
    My emerald green eyes went wide with fake innocence. “You forgot to mention that it’s natural, with no booty shots required, and that it was crowned best ass.” I held out three fingers, wiggling them. “Three years in a row.” It was funny, but true. According to a popular men’s magazine my ass was crowned as one of sexist in the music business. This ridiculous honor was culminated by a two page layout of me in several sizzling