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  Contents

  New In Town

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

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  Chapter One

  This is Destiny

  I never believed in fate. The very thought our lives are laid out in some master plan was preposterous. That some omnipotent being sat somewhere weaving the tapestry of time to their whims. Deciding who ended up where and with who. That someone or something decided Sophia was right for me couldn’t have gotten it more wrong.

  But it made me move here.

  It set in motion a string of events that led me to Destiny.

  As if the weaver of time couldn’t play his hand any more obviously, he lead me to a girl named so literally. The other two might as well have been called Chance and Luck.

  I drift back to meeting Destiny and our quickie in the bathroom. Interrupted by the meat-head bouncer after we’d been together intimately. It brings me to where I’m at right now, to another meet-head breaking through my front door. It’s funny how your mind can drift in moments of extreme stress. I’m having one of those movie moments where everything slows to a crawl.

  Cassie’s face slowly scrunches into anger as Jake, the Raven biker, shatters my shitty blue door and bursts in. She screams at him in slo-mo.

  Cassie. I’d woken with her between my thighs, gobbling my dream release. Totally worth it, and not a dream in the slightest. Now I have a massive biker thundering towards me at the speed of a feather falling from the sky. His raven-clad leather cut flows behind his bulk as he lumbers and slowly, so slowly, I move behind the kitchenette counter. I don’t know if that flimsy wooden top will stop him. I’m not thinking clearly — I’m not thinking at all.

  Cassie’s fantastic breasts sway in her black tank, stretching as she moves to intercept Jake.

  Perhaps the past couple of days was my reward, my last meal before I’m yanked from this mortal coil by a pissed off biker—

  ‘Fuck that, you schmuck! Get outta there!’ Thanks, Bill.

  Time snaps and Jake lunges. He comes at me from the side and I have nowhere to go... but over. My survival instincts kick in and I leap, flying over the counter. I snag my phone — ripping out the charging cord as my suit-pants slide over the peeling laminate, knocking over the empty container that contained Cassie’s wonderful muffins.

  “Jake, stop!” Cassie yells. She’s got the lungs of a banshee.

  ‘Wonder if she’s as loud when she—’ Bill begins in my twisted mind as my bare feet hit the freshly cleaned tiles. Not the time, Bill.

  “He’s gonna learn the hard way,” Jake growls, trying to force his way past Cassie, who’s now placed herself at the kitchen exit, blocking him.

  “Enough with this shit!” she screams as he picks her up like a small child and places her to the side.

  I don’t stop. I’m in flight mode, sailing through the air, skimming over the splinter-inducing fragments of what used to be my doorjamb, and flying into the white, paint-flecked iron railing. Pain blooms in my hip, but it fades into the adrenalin cocktail that’s surging through my veins.

  “I’m sorry, Zac!” Cassie shouts. I wish I could hold her. Tell her it’s not her fault. But I now have an idea what happened to the previous tenant... except Cassie said he wasn’t a nice guy. Confusion tugs at my thoughts as my bare feet thump, thump, thump, down the stairs.

  Not the time, Zac!

  I take the stairs two at a time, cussing. It’s like walking on a hotplate.

  “Come back here, you little shit!” Jake snarls at the top of the stairs. Fuck, he’s fast for a guy his size.

  “Ow! Shit!” The concrete is just as hot. Why is everything in this city so damn hot?

  “Zac! Jake!” Cassie screams from the railing.

  I spare a glance over my shoulder. “Look after my place?” I ask, because for some bizarre reason, I’m worried about abandoning it without a locking door. I don’t know why, but also, why not? It’s just another random thought that spikes into my mind as my heart pounds in my chest and I make a run for it across the lot. It’s not like I have anything to steal, just a cheap microwave, car vacuum, and some shitty clothes in dire need of a wash. Wish I hadn’t abandoned my shoes, though. They’re never gonna forgive me.

  Neither are my feet. They complain with every step as I hop, trying to avoid stones — ball and heels burning on the hard floor.

  “Okay!” Cassie yells. She’s a sweetheart. In another life, one without the Bird Patrol, we’re snuggling on my air mattress right now... maybe more. We talk about our mutual love of coke cans… well, I like the coke, at least.

  I pad towards the gate, not sure where I’m going, where I can escape to. I’ve don’t know how long I’ll have to go to ground. Do burly bikers cool down, or am I gonna have to move again?

  Fuck, where the hell am I gonna stay? This isn’t even my fault. I was sleeping!

  Jake’s thick rubber soles hit the pavement. ‘Think he cares?’ Bill asks, and he’s right. They’re overprotective with a lack of morals.

  I fling open the iron gate — it matches the stairs I just flung myself down — and graze my feet on the sidewalk. The momentum carries me forward, and I almost get run over by a shiny red roadster. Mazta, sports convertible and freshly washed. It squeals to a halt in front of me and the hands of fate are guiding me again, because this is destiny.

  Literally.

  Destiny gawks at me from behind a pair of white square sunglasses. Her shoulder-length brown-red hair drapes over the straps of a yellow sundress. Bangles jangle as she clutches the steering wheel. “Zac?”

  Thank fate! I clamber around the stout bonnet of the sporty number, and hop into her passenger side. “Hi!”

  Jake bursts through the gate. “Come back here!” The metal thumps against the wall, echoing in a loud ‘thowaaaaang’ — almost breaking it off its hinges.

  “Um, go.” I stare into her pretty dark green-blue eyes, that are more blue with green flecks in the bright sun. She raises a manicured eyebrow at me over her sunglasses. “Please go.” I tap the dash in panic.

  Her gaze travels from me, with my shirt undone, to the burly biker with the smoking-hot blond thumping him with her tiny fists.

  Her plush red lips smirk. The engine purrs and her bracelets tinkle as she pulls on the stick. I’m thrown against the seat, and Jake’s thick, meaty digits harmlessly pass inches from my face — hanging in the air as we speed away. I spin and clutch the headrest, breathing hard. Cassie punches Jake square on the jaw, screaming something as we drive down hill and they fall from sight.

  “Seatbelt.”

  “What?” I say, staring at the spot where Cassie was in my vision.

  “Put your seatbelt on, Zac.” Destiny’s voice pulls me from the shock and adrenaline stupor clouding my mind.

  “Seatbelt. Right.” I slump in the comfy passenger seat and fiddle with the belt until I hear an expensive click. How do they make a seatbelt-click sound expensive? It’s a mystery.

  “What was that back there?” Destiny slows to under the speed limit and slides her glasses higher on her nose.

  I gasp, trying to breathe. I think I’m having a panic attack. “That was my neighbor,” I splutter.

  “What did you do to him? He looks kinda rough.”

  “Not him. The blond. He’s a biker. A possessive one.”

  She scowls at me. “What? Did you sleep with his girlfriend or something? Jesus, I should have known you’re too good to be true.”

  “What? No!” I sound defensive, and she sounds pissed. “I didn’t do anything!”

  “Yeah, looked like it.” She huffs, and she’s just as incredibly sexy when she’s mad.

  I twist so I’m half facing her. Her breasts fill out the flowery dress that cinches her waist. She’s so distracting I can hardly concentrate on defending myself. “It’s not like that. They don’t want anyone going near her, and I woke up with her in my apartment—”

  “So last night wasn’t enough for you? Unbelievable.”

  We turn on

to the freeway, and Destiny’s hair dances as the wind whips our faces. “It’s not like that—”

  “So you keep saying!” she shouts over the howl of the wind and purr of the engine.

  “We’ve flirted. That’s all. Then I woke up with her between my thighs, giving me head.”

  Destiny regards me for a second before fixing her eyes on the road. “Huh.”

  “He had me against the wall just for talking to her the day I arrived.”

  “She’s cute, so I wouldn’t blame you.” She glances at me as I finally button up my shirt, smirking. “Can’t blame her either.”

  “I don’t know what’s up with those meat-heads, but Cassie’s as pissed at them as I am.”

  “Cassie is it?”

  “Look, Dest—”

  “No, no. I’m being dramatic... again.” She gives me a dazzling smile, and my tummy flutters like I’m a teenager. “I thought I’d picked wrong again, and it pissed me off. I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night...” Her eyes widen as she gives me another glance. “Forget I said that.”

  I chuckle to cover the shock. I can’t even comprehend this girl thinking about me. Would she if she saw the state of my sneakers? I push that thought aside. She was thinking about me! It is fate. “I guess we should talk about last night.”

  Destiny steers us onto an offramp, and we spiral into downtown, joining the morning traffic. “We will. You eaten yet? Let’s talk about it over breakfast?”

  My stomach gurgles in agreement. “I’d love that.”

  She flashes me another smile, and everything is right again. Even though I should feel uncomfortable, adrift and out of my depth... I don’t, at least not completely. I never thought I’d see her again. Guess I’m just relieved. “Wait, how did you find me?”

  Her bangles jingle as she rummages inside the partition storage and pulls out my wallet. “You left this in the bathroom.” She giggles, and Destiny splayed on the Chazelle’s bathroom counter flashes into my mind. Legs parted, my cum oozing from her slit. A look of wild hunger mixed with a sated pleasure plastered on her beautiful face. “Address was written on a scrap of paper. It was the only lead I had, so I took a chance.”

  I chuckle. “I’m glad you did, and not just because you saved my bacon.” I take my worn brown leather wallet and put it away, suppressing the instinct to check it’s not missing anything. I don’t want to appear distrusting. “Thanks.”

  Her eyes pour into mine, dazzling like a swirling, hypnotizing pattern. I’m certainly hypnotized in her sparkly gaze. Her eyes snap back to the road and we turn into the parking lot of a roadside diner. Judging by the expensive cars in the lot, an upmarket one. She parks and the engine fades. Destiny turns to me, letting her dress rise — tantalizingly exposing more of her upper thighs. “Look, Zac.” She says, fluttering at me from under her dark lashes and over the white rims of her sunglasses. “I’d like to think there’s something.” She gestures with her hand, pointing between us. “Maybe it’s just in my head... or maybe…” She puffs her cheeks. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I do that when I’m nervous.”

  “You?” I scoff. I’m slowly dehydrating because my palms are so clammy. “What do you have to be nervous about?” I’m the one so far out of his depth, I’m practically drowning... or at least I should be, but I feel kinda at ease with her... I’m suspicious of how right this feels.

  “This is probably the worst thing to tell a guy when you’ve known them for less than twenty-four-hours.” She shakes her head, making her auburn waves dance on her shoulders. “Can’t believe it’s only been hours since I met you. But.” She takes a breath and another convertible pulls away beside us. “I like you. There I said it. Like doesn’t really do it justice, but I have a terrible track record with guys. Even using an expensive app that vets its clients didn’t work.”

  I grin. “I heard.”

  She scrunches her nose. “Right. Sorry you had that forced upon you.”

  I turn to face her fully, sliding a knee on the cushioned seat. “Don’t worry. I find everything about you enchanting.” I make the same face. “Forget I said that.” We both laugh, teetering on unease like a couple of teenagers passing messages during class. “What I mean is... I like you too… and like is definitely understating how I feel.”

  ‘Jesus, she falls as hard and fast as you. You’re perfect for each other.’ Thanks, Bill.

  She titters. She grins. She’s perfect. “Great. Now that’s out in the open, I can breathe.” She does, taking a big inhale, then looks at her watch — a Sapphire Spectrum, their flagship smart watch, but in the elegant gold — and frowns. “Brunch? My treat?”

  I rub the purple silk over my complaining tummy. “This guy wouldn’t forgive me If I said no.” I flash her my best, most genuine smile. I don’t have to pretend.

  “Great.” She slips out of the driver’s seat and I almost fall out of mine when I remember I’m not wearing any shoes. The lot’s surface is full of tiny feet-shredding stones. But I can’t let that stop me. It didn’t stop Bruce in that Christmas movie — though he ran across broken glass with a bunch of bad guys shooting at him — and his feet were soaked in blood afterwards. I just have to walk across a parking lot barefoot to impress a girl. It wouldn’t be the first dumb thing I’ve done for that reason.

  I decide to own it and hop out. Instantly, I find a sharp little fucker that digs into the fleshy bit just behind my big toe. I ignore the pain, the hot pavement, and grit out a smile. People will just think I’m one of those new-age tech gurus, the kind who does yoga on their heads at five in the morning. Carefully shutting Destiny’s expensive car door, I marvel at her.

  I think I’m still in shock. A gentle breeze blows the gauzy cotton covering her incredible body — seriously, she’s like a world-class fashion model or something, only better — with gathered material dancing against her upper thighs. Ignoring the pain in my feet, I hold out my arm — I saw it in a movie once — and she smiles, hooking her slender, partially tanned arm through the loop. We walk across the lot towards the diner like lovers or a couple who are in a comfortable, stable relationship. It’s feel so right. Being with Sophia never felt like this. Cassie held me like this, and that was good, too.

  “I haven’t been here in a while. I wonder if the blueberry muffins are as delicious,” she says, and I hold the door for her like a gentleman. The gentleman that Handsome Zac is.

  “My neighbor makes great muffins.”

  Dest titters. “Been sampling Cassie’s muffin, have we?”

  “What? She baked them for me,” I say, ignoring her teasing innuendo. I don’t want to imagine my head between Cassie’s thighs right now. I’m all in on Destiny.

  She rolls her eyes, “Never mind,” and guides me to a window seat. I’m really glad I’m out of the parking lot and walking on cool, smooth flooring. I pick out a stone stuck to my foot while checking I’m not leaving bloody footprints. It made Bruce look cool. I doubt it would have the same effect on this swanky diner. Thankfully, I’m not.

  “Oooo,” I moan, sinking into plush padding. The seats in this place are more comfortable than my old couch. It’s that classic red plastic disguised to look like leather. Classy, but easy-wipe. It squeaks under my butt as I get comfy.

  Destiny slides into the seat opposite with the elegance of a lady, briefly dipping forward, flashing me her dress-matching yellow bra, and flattening her sundress under her thighs as she sits. “Phew,” she says, taking a breath. “Made it. That was not how I imagined that going.” She places her elbows on the table and rests her chin on the back of her hand. “So, what did you really do to piss off that biker?”

  I chuckle. “I guess I didn’t shut my door last night? If I had, I wouldn’t have woken to... well, she was being friendly.” I look into her Caribbean pools, unsure of how much I should say. Should I tell her I have this instant connection with Cassie, even though she comes with dangerous baggage, and I’ve only just met her? Should I mention I have a research date with a brunette, ‘the sexy kind,’ on Sunday, and that there’s a special spark there too? What if—

  “It’s okay, Zac. We’re not married or anything… not yet.” She laughs at her joke, but I think she’d look incredible in white. “We’ve only just met. It doesn’t feel that way to me, but...” She bites her lip and glances away. “Jesus… I’ve been more intimate, faster with you, than anyone,” she says quietly so only I can hear. Her gaze returns. “So, are you and her? What was her name?”

 

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