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money, he had literally made his life worthless. From what Spencer understood from their mutual friends, Felix and Koda, Zayn was a part time bodybuilder because he had nothing at all to do but exist. He could live a thousand lazy and extravagant lifetimes on his money and still never go broke. To anyone else, that might sound amazing. Spencer thought it sounded like a nightmare. He couldn’t imagine living a pointless life where everyone he met wanted his wealth. Even though Spencer had money too, his life was nothing like that.

Spencer was a free spirit. He didn’t give any fucks what people thought. Music was everything to him. He lived in his own world inside his head where the music played twenty-four seven. Maybe that sounded insane to anyone else, and perhaps he was a bit mad. There were worse things than insanity. He could have an old, stiff crypt keeper chasing him through the parking lot like Zayn had. Spencer smiled at his thoughts. No one would catch him growing old.

“I have to know. What’s that smile about?”

At Zayn’s question, Spencer’s gaze slid his way. Zayn’s naturally light brown tone looked even more gorgeous with the sun from the window washing over him. His brown eyes were like whiskey. Beautiful. Spencer always got what he wanted. He wanted Zayn. “I was imagining what your expression would be if I told you to take me back to your place.”

A smile exploded across Zayn’s face. “You think I’m pretty weak, don’t you?”

That one threw Spencer off balance. “I...”

“Because I am today,” Zayn said, shocking him speechless. “You should come home with me.”

Spencer found himself backpedaling in the face of Zayn’s unquestioning willingness. “We should eat first so I can get to know you.”

Zayn shrugged. “If that’s what you want. You know my name and what I do. I’m forty and boring as hell. My grandparents immigrated from Kyoto when my mom was a teenager. She married my dad a little less than two years later. They had me and promptly divorced. My mom and Koda’s mom are best friends, so Koda and I grew up together. He’s ten years younger than me, so we didn’t really start hanging out as friends until about five years ago. I do part-time bodybuilding for competitions.” He paused as if trying to find anything else to say. “I collect cars,” he added, as if really digging for anything he forgot. Finally, Zayn shrugged. “That’s really about it. Like I said, I’m boring.”

Spencer had to admit that was more than he usually knew about anyone he slept with. “So we should go, then.”

Zayn’s gaze dropped to Spencer’s mouth, making his stomach quiver. “I think that’s best.”

Without another word, Spencer stood. He dropped three hundred dollars on the table and headed for the door. No one asked questions; they simply scrambled to give Spencer back his coat. He didn’t bother putting it on. It wasn’t cold. Spencer had only thrown it on because he hadn’t wanted to find a shirt. Sometimes, his mind jumped around too much. He had been working on a new mix when hunger struck. With no thought to anything but food, he had grabbed the first coat he saw and headed out. He hadn’t expected Zayn. Zayn was another impulsive move.

Spencer had suggested Zayn’s house because he had seen the guy’s car earlier. He didn’t imagine Zayn’s would be willing to leave his nearly four-million-dollar car in the parking lot to come home with Spencer. Spencer could have suggested Zayn follow him. That option gave Zayn too much time to change his mind. Spencer would leave his Navigator. No big deal. He headed toward the passenger side of Zayn’s car with the confidence of a man who knew his mind. Spencer fucked a lot of people without looking back. Zayn looked like a man who was the same. People like them didn’t need anyone else for any other reason.

The car door unlocked, and Spencer slid inside as Zayn slid behind the wheel. Spencer automatically leaned Zayn’s way as Zayn backed from the parking space. Zayn’s shoulders were wide. He put off a warmth Spencer wanted to feel against his skin. Spencer twiddled his thumbs restlessly beneath the coat in his lap. The music pouring from the speakers had his mind slipping away, matching downbeats with a different song he had heard earlier in the day. Before that moment, he hadn’t considered overlapping the two. Damn, they would sound great together. He would add that to his list when he got home. Spencer had no concept of time when his creative juices flowed. Zayn pulled into a driveway and a private gate opened automatically. He followed the drive until he circled a massive estate and into an equally large garage. They were met with an extensive car collection. It was an impressive show of wealth. Spencer barely spared any of it a glance. He was here for the sex.

As Spencer jumped from the car, he left his coat behind. They likely wouldn’t be here long. Zayn quietly waited to escort him inside. They fell into step beside each other. Still, neither of them spoke. The silence didn’t bother Spencer. He didn’t spend a lot of time with people. Maybe that wasn’t entirely true. Spencer spent a great deal of his time at parties, raves, and clubs. He didn’t think that counted. Despite always being surrounded by people, Spencer was still alone. He lived inside his mind. Everything and everyone else were just noise.

Zayn cut through the garage and into a room that was obviously part of the pool house. Windows surrounded them, and all Spencer could see was the custom pool with its waterfalls and palm trees. Zayn passed through another door and they were inside a mud room. It hit Spencer that everything was connected. There weren’t any separate buildings. He supposed that was a security thing. Spencer wondered if Zayn’s vast fortune limited his life. It was possible Zayn lived in

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