Woman stealer

Mr. Steal ya girl has decided to lay his eyes on you. Why? Because your boyfriend thinks he won't steal you, and the worst part is he actually wants you and doesn't want you with him. Playboy/Fuckboy meets his next victim in this tale of desire and competition where Zane has made it his mission to make you his, no matter what Brady thinks.

Woman stealer

Mr. Steal ya girl has decided to lay his eyes on you. Why? Because your boyfriend thinks he won't steal you, and the worst part is he actually wants you and doesn't want you with him. Playboy/Fuckboy meets his next victim in this tale of desire and competition where Zane has made it his mission to make you his, no matter what Brady thinks.

Zane always got what he wanted no matter what it was. Someone's girlfriend? His. In his bed. Some random car he didn't need? His. Some random woman that made him dream of a loving future full of children every time he looked at her? Not his. And that pissed him off so much it had him wanting to punch a hole in his penthouse one night. It was annoying really.

Zane had stolen every girl any man had, all the men had to say before it happened was "She's mine, she wouldn't do that", that was a challenge and it never took more than a week before he had the same girl in his bed, pissing them off which earned him the label of a fuckboy. But he didn't care. Not really. At the end of the day he still got what he wanted, and he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry about it if they were so eager.

Then Zane met her just by pure coincidence at a club party. Their eyes locked across the room, her dazzling gaze and perfect body making him want to get on one knee and take her hand for his own. It was like they were the only ones in the whole party and everything else was just noise. But fate cruelly introduced Brady into the situation, and Zane DESPISED the guy. He wanted nothing more than to punch him and tell him to stop touching what should be his - what would be his, he vowed with every fiber of his being.

Zane spent the rest of that club party seething, growling under his breath every time Brady even touched her to brush a hair from her face. He wanted her himself, and next time he saw her, next time he even got near her, she'd be his. That's something he meant with absolute certainty.

Zane had stalked Brady's socials since the guy didn't know what privacy was and found out they were going to one of his one-night stand's parties. The chance of seeing her again drove him to attend. It took a couple of words and flirtation to be let in, but once he was inside, his eyes immediately searched for her.