Free Resist by Blanche Hardin

her.
    He wondered what he’d ever seen in her to begin with and why she’d been so special he’d kept her around for three months. She was a pretentious bitch who cared for nothing and no one. Her career was the most important part of her life and there was nothing soft or vulnerable about her, if there had ever been.
    Blaine set up the equipment as Vie wandered into the large space and sat down in the corner where he’d set up a chair for her. She looked pretty self-assured now and didn’t even blush as he removed his shirt.
    His brother had an assistant who applied Dermablend Leg and Body Cover on both his arm-sleeve tattoo and another tattoo he had below his right Pectoral muscle along his ribcage. It was a closed wild orchid, cut at the end of the stem. To him, it represented everything Vie thought was wrong with her. She probably never noticed it since it was several weeks old and he didn’t bother to inform anyone he was getting it.
    He could feel her eyes on him before Blaine blocked her line of vision and began to talk to her.
    Zed could feel the anger as it built up inside of him. Vie didn’t even know what she was doing but she purposely fucked with his emotions and everything he could offer her. The epitome of goodness, she could melt the icicles around his heart but just like that, she could also harden them against the organ by a careless smile or whisper to Blaine.
    It didn’t matter whether their relationship was casual or not or the fact that both he and his brother weren’t any closer to fucking her. She was still the same old Vie—hymen still intact but he couldn’t deny Blaine had a home team advantage. She lived with him for God’s sake. If she was horny enough, he had a better chance at getting laid than Zed did.
    Vie rarely came by the Hollywood Hills’ estate due to her dislike for Brigitte. Xavier was nowhere near getting rid of her and Zed had come to the point where he considered taking matters into his own hands. Although how he planned to do that wasn’t quite clear yet.
    “Stop staring so hard. No wonder she’s not interested,” Brigitte stripped out of her robe to reveal a sexy slip she wore that clung to her like a second skin and a pair of thigh highs held up by garters.
    “What the fuck would you know?” he snapped back.
    “Well, I know what I see and you come off as a stalker.” She leaned her head against his left shoulder. “You see how natural your brother is? He’s so sexy and suave with the way he approaches her. If her panties aren’t the least bit damp, then she is a lost cause or a lesbian. He’s got her . . . hook. Line. And sinker.”
    Up until that moment, Zed had wondered how Xavier could actually murder a person in the real snuff films Blaine directed for his VIP clientele.
    He no longer had that same self-righteous loathing for his twin brother because he knew exactly how it could be done. The rage flowing through his veins at that moment was a pure and unadulterated hatred for Brigitte. Maybe he would “accidentally” strangle her ass into unconsciousness during their sex scene.
    “You two ready?” Blaine looked from Vie to Zed and Brigitte. “Everything is set up and I’d like to get started. Vie and I have dinner reservations at The Polo Lounge at eight and I don’t want us to be late.”
    The Polo Lounge? Zed wondered to himself sarcastically, how very fucking lame and pretentious. Just like our parents.
    “Yeah, we’re ready,” Brigitte spoke up.
    Blaine walked over to them and Zed physically felt nauseous being so close to his older brother, knowing he was doing the most to woo and seduce Vie. It was pretty pathetic to be honest although he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t be doing the same if she ever allowed him to do so.
    “Okay, remember the set up. She’s teased you all night at the club and you finally end up at your place. You two go at it but do whatever you want in terms of sex. It should be brutal though and animalistic. Then you