Wicked in Vegas
Avery Sam
Wicked in Vegas
by Avery Sam
Please note that all characters in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
I’ve had my eyes on my new step brother since he moved in last at the beginning of summer.
When Zavier moved in, he was already well into his career as an MMA fighter. He’s pretty good too, from what I hear. But it annoys me just how cocky he is, always bragging about the guys that he's knocked down.
It certainly wasn't his winning personality that first caught my attention. It was that incredible body of his. I don't want to inflate his ego, but the boy was a living, breathing work of art.
Somehow, MMA results in guys with the perfect mix of muscles, bulk, and flexibility.
Whew, my heart started racing every time I saw him without his shorts on, wearing just that pair of tight shorts that show off exactly what he's packing.
Sadly, for girls like me, a lot of the best-looking men are not interested in anything I've got to offer. For the first six weeks or so after he moved in, I felt invisible.
But everything changed when Zavier won a local MMA match. Apparently, the guy he beat had a much higher ranking or something, so Zavier won an invitation to compete in a match in Las Vegas that was going to be live-streamed.
My mom was super excited to make it one big family trip, but then my stepdad Paul had to go to Cleveland on business.
My mother refused to let that stop her and instead arranged a trip for the three of us.
She kept repeating over and over how the trip was "to support Zavier," but I know what she really wanted to do was go hang around casinos and cruise for her kind of guys, a combination of drunk, stupid, and starting to go bald. Ugh.
Unfortunately, since Paul's mail-order healing crystals business was just getting off the ground, we were short on funds, and my mother only booked two rooms for the three of us at the hotel in Las Vegas.
I immediately assumed that it was going to be her and I sharing a room, but she made up some bullshit story about how she needs "lots of dry air" to breathe at night.
In other words, she just wanted to get drunk and come in at whatever hour she wanted, so Zavier and I got stuck sharing the second room.
The flight got in a little late, so we got to the hotel well past noon. My mother had this whole itinerary planned out for us, and now we were behind schedule.
And the first to-do thing on our list was to go to the indoor pool. Apparently, a quick swim is the best way to warm up your muscles if you're a hyper jacket guy like my annoying stepbrother.
I was a little disappointed that the pool wasn't outdoors because I wanted to work on my tan. I'd built up such a lovely glow at that point that I really hated to lose it.
"All right, you two!" said my mother, clapping her hands. "Enough chit-chat. I want the two of you changed and down at the pool within thirty minutes."
"Ugh," I said. "Why do I have to go to that stinky pool? It's his deal, not mine."
"For the millionth time, Destiny," said my mother, scowling. "We're here to support your step brother Zavier."
"Whatever," I muttered.
My mother shot me one last angry look and then shut the door.
Zavier was already over at his bed, his open suitcase in front of him.
"I can't believe we have to share a room," I said as I made my way over to my bed. After letting out a grunt, I then hauled my bag up and onto the bed.
"What? You're complaining?" said Zavier. "Give me a break. I've got the most important fight of my life coming up tomorrow, and I'm stuck in here with my bratty little stepsister."
"Who are you calling bratty?" I said, taking off one of my flip-flops and hurling it at him.
Zavier laughed as he easily dodged my shoe. "Calm down, Destiny. Why do you always have to be so melodramatic? Come on, let's just get changed and get down to the pool."
"Um, fine," I said, opening my bag and digging around until I found my bikini.
But when I walked over to the bathroom to go inside and change, I saw that the door was partially off its hinges.
"What is this?" I said, backing away from the door.
Zavier bounded over to me. "Damn, this door is well and truly broken," he pronounced after giving it a quick once-over.
"Well, we've got to get a new hotel room then," I said. "I can't stay in a place without a working bathroom door."
"Fine, we'll deal with it later when we go down to the lobby," said Zavier. "But for now, come on. Let's get changed."
"Do you seriously expect me to get naked in front of you?" I said. "No way, you sickie."
"Come on, Destiny. Be reasonable. It'll only take a minute for us to get into our swimsuits," said Zavier.
"Fine, fine. Get ready to see your little stepsister naked then!" I said.