With all the chicks finally out of the picture, Alexander picked a seat and sat down coldly.
"Talk."
He wasn't in the mood to indulge Zachary in his typical party-animal antics. If it hadn’t been for Vivian, he wouldn’t have bothered coming at all.
"Yikes, you look seriously pissed." Zachary gave Alex a once-over, then chuckled. "Alright, skipping the mystery."
As he dabbed red wine off his shirt with a napkin, he went on, "You know how I’ve always kinda worshipped your goddess Vivian, right? Ever since I spotted her at the racing track, I’ve been digging into her background like crazy. The more mysterious she is, the more I’m hooked—"
Alex suddenly picked up his wine glass, and Zachary instantly scooted away like he was dodging a bullet.
"Whoa whoa whoa, don’t get it t
