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I’ve come to terms with that a long time ago and I’m fine with it.”
    I couldn’t believe what he was saying and yet, I couldn’t wait to get to L.A. This decision to take the summer off and do something fun yet challenging was starting to look up. How could I have ever questioned my decision when my whole life was about to make a complete one hundred and eighty degree change?

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Zed
     
    Z ed paced the large sitting room as Brigitte lit a psychedelic-colored bong and drew the smoke deep into her lungs before she exhaled.
    “Jesus, you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy. Are you sure that coke wasn’t laced with meth? You’re a fuckin’ wreck.”
    He glared at the surly blonde and remembered at one time how innocent and gorgeous she used to be. Not to say she wasn’t still stunning in the looks department.
    It was true they both used illegal drugs recreationally but it hadn’t affected either one of them physically. His brothers liked alcohol but he preferred coke and pot if he wanted to chill out. Alcohol did absolutely nothing for him and he never imbibed.
    Brigitte was one of those women who looked much younger than her age. She was almost twenty-six but she still looked fresh and vibrant with her lightly tanned skin, steel blue eyes and dainty features. She could easily rival most young Hollywood stars thus why she was so popular in the underground film community.
    She had starred in several of Blaine’s movies but in the “fake snuff” films he made—certainly not any of the real ones. Stunning in the way that only Scandinavian women could be, she lightly bit her bottom lip before she stood and walked toward one of the windows that faced outside. The doors to the pool area were open, not that they were worried about neighbors reporting them for drug use.
    The estate the Pascal-Baasch brothers owned together was in the Hollywood Hills. Most of their neighbors were rock stars and superstars who did their share of illegal substances. Plus, they were much too self-absorbed to worry about what the people around them were doing.
    “Shouldn’t he and that bitch be on their way here now?” she questioned Zed who sat down and lit the bong she’d just used.
    “Yeah, they should . . . and don’t call her a bitch. She’s never done anything to you,” he replied in a cold voice.
    Brigitte turned around and walked over to Zed. She sat on his lap, set the bong on the magazine table and ground her crotch against his. “Are you feeling something special for Blaine’s new ‘pet project?’” she wondered, her Danish accent slightly pronounced.
    Zed glared at the young woman with cruel violet-blue eyes. “Get off my lap, Brigitte.”
    She released her long, flaxen blonde hair from a clip and shook it out like she was starring in her own personal shampoo commercial. “Come on, Zed. There was a time when you felt that way for me. I’m a little jealous if I may say so . . . I’m cool enough to get high with and that’s it?”
    “It’s a little more complicated that.” He pushed her off his body and stood. “You belong to Xavier.”
    She rolled her bright blue-gray eyes. “Yeah, when he isn’t tryin’ to get with some other skank. You seem very interesting in this new girl and isn’t she . . . temporary?”
    “She’s whatever I want her to be,” Zed said as he heard a limousine pull up into the gates of their estate. “And our new guest is here. She may not be so forgiving about the drug paraphernalia and Blaine will have a shit fit if he sees it so why don’t you clean all this crap up and make yourself scarce until Xavier gets home.”
    Brigitte pouted and wanted to say something contrary to what Zed had told her to do but she began to clean up their evidence of drug use.
    He walked with a purposeful stride toward the front double doors. Blaine opened the doors as the driver delivered the luggage into the hallway. He wrapped a careful arm around Victoire’s waist as she looked