The Act

Bonus Chapter!

Xan's POV

"And that's game!" Sage claps up as the 8-ball goes into the hole. One thing i've learned about my little vixen is that she's very competitive—also a sore loser. She's a beast at 8-ball though, so I don't beat her often.

"Cheater. Run it back." I protest. It's faux because if I'm being completely honest, I don't give a damn about this game. Getting to see her face light up, and her cute little victory dance, those are the things that make it worth playing.

Her face scrunches up the way I love. "Don't be a sore loser. I know it stings a little to get whooped by your girlfriend, but do us both a favor and take it like a man." She says the words in this sexy as fuck tone. Sage has on this little tank top that sticks to her like a second skin, not to mention her shorts. Her curls are pulled up into a bun and God. She turns into me into some sort of animal.

"That's inspiring coming from a fellow sore loser." I say with a smirk watching her roll her eyes at me.

"You know what? We can run it back so I can whoop your ass again." She decides with a look a straight confidence.

I'm about two seconds away from pouncing on her when her phones rings. Lucky you.

Sage sets back up the 8-balls glancing my way. "Can you check who that is for me?"

"Why so you can rig the game with my back turned." I tease and she laughs at me. I reach for her phone reading the name.

Dalmatian.

Hm. Who is this?

"It says Dalmatian." I announce watching fondness take over her features. She stops what she's doing on the pool table to acknowledge me. So she knows who the Dalmatian is.

"Oh, that's Dixon." The fucking bodyguard? "Can you answer before it goes to voicemail." She says with enough urgency to piss me off. The intense emotion I was feeling must've been written all over my face because she looks at me weird.

Why the fuck does she have cute little nicknames set for that stupid piece of shit? I scowl at the phone in hand. She doesn't even give me nicknames of that nature. I hate how fucking fond they are with each other, it drives me insane.

I decide I'm killing him once and for all next time I see him.

"Xan—" She tries once she realizes that I was indeed about to reek havoc.

Bringing the phone to my ear, I press answer right before it goes to voicemail. Sage rushes to my side trying to snatch it from me, but it's useless. She's not tall enough and her arms are too short.

"Hey Sage! How you doing?" The "Dalmatian" answers way too cheery for my liking. How fucking often is this asshole calling my woman?

"Xan!" Sage scolds and if looks could kill I'd be a dead man. "You better not." She warns looking just as menacing as she was intending to. On another occasion I would've succumbed, yet the menace I hold towards the guy on this phone is more than enough to keep me going.

Twice. Twice have I witnessed him with his arms wrapped around my girl. Two whole fucking times. I'll be damned if he's just going to be calling her up on the weekend.

"This is her boyfriend." I grumble putting a harsh emphasis of the word boyfriend before continuing. "What do you want?"

Sage pinches her nose in frustration looking about two seconds away from killing me. Huh, better make this quick then.