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sitting in a chair on the side of the room with two odd guys who kept feeding her shots. When she had gotten up to go to the bathroom she had fallen down and flashed the whole party, and didn’t know where her cell phone ended up, but it fell on the floor.
    Sophie had grabbed it to call Zane, but she didn’t know that. All she knew was she really had to pee and started banging on the bathroom door and yelling until Sophie opened it and showed her it was unlocked. Now she was back in the chair, listening to the two guys tell her about their plans to start a marijuana operation when it became legal. The room was starting to spin. If only Walter hadn’t stood her up.
    One of the guys offered to help her to a bedroom to sleep it off and she thought that sounded like a good idea. She didn’t know if she could trust him, but lying down would be the best thing ever. As she was being led to the back by random weed guy she felt someone grab her arm and pull her in the opposite direction. She was being lifted up into the air while the random guy still had her arm. She didn’t want to see the spinning, so she didn’t open her eyes, but she wrapped her arms around Zane’s neck, glad he came to get her.
    “Dude, she was coming with me,” random guy said. Whitney heard Zane laugh and started walking with her toward the door.
    “Not a chance, buddy, back off.” She heard him say and then everything went black.

    Zane felt like he’d gotten there just in time to stop Whitney from being taken advantage of. Sophie brought him her phone and he thanked her for calling him. He knew he had arrived just in time to stop her from making a mistake. He walked outside with her and put her into the cab, crawling in beside her. She immediately lay down in his lap and he stroked her hair as he gave the driver her address.
    Once he got her inside, he made his way to her bedroom and placed her there, covering her up and going to sit on the couch. Duchess was in his spot looking like a stuffed kitty, and he sat beside her with Whitney’s laptop, checking emails and reading the news.
    He had been sitting there for around three hours and was watching a documentary on foxes when she came out of her bedroom. Not having time to react to her, he watched as she pulled her shirt over her head and rushed over to him. She straddled him quickly and pressed her lips to his, kissing him urgently. He pushed her off despite her groans and she sat on the couch beside him with a pout.
    This wasn’t the first time a drunk Whitney had turned to him when her options ran out, but he would never allow her to try and do anything while she was drunk or high.
    “Zany, let me make you feel good. I want to thank you for rescuing me, my knight in shining armor. You are always there for me no matter what. I want to show you I appreciate you.”
    He wanted her, of course, he always wanted her, but he knew better than to give into her when she was like this. Kissing her a few nights earlier and being rejected was all he needed to put his guard up when it came to Whitney. She was not pleased with his rebuff and tried to run her foot over his package, thankfully misjudging where it was. He grabbed her foot and threw it back at her. Standing from the couch, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking her into the bedroom and throwing her onto the bed.
    “That’s what I’m talking about, Z, take me.”
    He left the room then, hoping she would get the hint. “Go to sleep, Whitney, you are drunk and I’m not in the mood for your shit.”
    He went back to his spot on the couch and contemplated calling the taxi to come back out and get him. Not long after Whitney started calling for him again.
    “Z, come here, please. I’m sorry.” He walked in to see her with her arms out to him. “Just hold me, and I promise I won’t try anything.” Not sure if he believed her, he crawled under the covers and let her put her head on his chest.
    “Okay, Whitney, go to