Normally. Being there, watching that redheaded heifer hang all over Zolt, made me want to puke. The worst part was he let her as if he wanted to teach me a lesson. If that was the case, he was doing an excellent job. Point made. Women wanted him. Marcy wanted him. I wanted him. Rachel touched my arm, and I jumped. “Dude, chill the fuck out. You look as if you want to beat the shit out of her. You’re killing the party mood.” “I can’t help it.” I shook off her hand from my arm. “She’s all over him, and he’s not pushing her away.” “Can you blame her? He’s hot. I mean fuckable hot.” “Boyfriend. Sitting right here,” Cory grumped, pointing to himself. “Not for me, baby. For Irelyn.” Rachel kissed him on the lips. “If we have to choose, we choose Zolt for Irelyn over Marcus any day.” “Straight up,” Cory agreed, his green eyes glinting. Rachel looked at my neck and frowned. “Why are you wearing that piece of crap around your neck? Is Marcus coming?”
