“Was it hard seeing your father have it with another woman and another family?”
“Understatement. I hated Mia when I met her. And I hated my dad, too. They had this thing that he never gave us when I was growing up and I really hated them for having it. I wanted to destroy them, Liz. I wanted to make him choose. But it turned out I was the only one on the outside. And I’d put myself there. Somehow, they forgave me for being the ultimate douche and they made me a part of the family, they included me. They let me in,” Zac struggled to express himself.
“Families really fuck us up,” Liz observed. “But you’re right, from the time I’ve spent with them out at the beach house on Fire Island, your dad and Mia make it seem like maybe it’s not all one big fairytale, that the whole love thing can be real. And you and Holly fit right in. It never felt like you were the ‘other’ family.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Liz processing Zac’s secrets. Shaking her head, “Here’s what I don’t understand, Zac, how did your parents not know you were having sex with your mom’s friends?”
“I am the master of duplicity, Lizard.” Zac laughed at his own cunning. “I still am. You know me. I can con anyone out of anything.”
They fell silent for a few minutes before Liz continued, “You know you need to try a real relationship, Zac, not just this sex using shit.” When he remained silent, she went on. “You don’t want to get hurt, do you?”
“Maybe,” he shook his head, “Or maybe I don’t want to really know that I’m not capable of loving someone.”
Throwing a napkin at him, Liz laughed. “Get over that, dude. You’re really good at loving. I know how much you love me. You just admitted how much you love Nathaniel and Portia. You just need to be open to it.”
“Yeah, well maybe they won’t love me.”
“Impossible.” An overwhelming shroud of sadness wove itself around Liz. How could he not feel worthy of being loved? she wondered. From the look on Zac’s face, there appeared to be more. “Was there someone who didn’t love you back?”
Smiling, he shook his head, “No, it’s not like that. It was never love.”
“So, there was someone special?” Come on, Zac, she silently willed. Tell me, tell me who she is. We’ll go find her.
“Not really. Just someone who I wanted to get to know. We were only together for a weekend. I mean we weren’t together, together. We were just in the same place.”
“Go on.”
“Nothing to tell. She wouldn’t give me the time of day.”
“Was she gay?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“And she wouldn’t give you the time of day? That’s hard to imagine. Where did you meet?”
“My dad and Mia’s wedding.”
Liz remained silent and sipped her latte in the hopes that Zac would fill the silence.
“I remember seeing her across the deck at the rehearsal dinner and I thought, she must be from Mia’s side, because I don’t know who she is. Her hair was like a silk curtain blowing in the breeze when she moved and I just wanted to touch it. She wasn’t wearing much make-up and she’s just one of those girls that doesn’t put a lot of importance on what she looks like and I’m just generally not used to that. You know the bitches we’re around in school - everything is about appearance. My sister, Holly, is like this girl. So pretty and doesn’t care about it or use it, you know.” Stopping, he smiled at some memory that was fleeting across his mind’s eye and picked up his latte.
“Did you talk to her?”
“Oh yeah,” laughing, “or at least I tried. She didn’t give a shit about anything I had to say.”
“Wow, a chick not tripping over herself to get your attention.”
“Fucking understatement. Turns out she’d been in Africa with my dad and Mia and actually knew my little sister, Portia, before I did. Before they adopted her. Po saw her and went flying into her lap. She was talking to Mia that night about wanting to leave school and go back to Africa. Felt she could do more good there.”
“I would never have pegged an earthy do-gooder as your type,” Liz was shaking her head.
Nodding with laughter, “You’re not the only one. I mean, this girl is so serious and intense. She didn’t smile the whole night. I remember I hung onto her every word and all I could think about was that I just wanted to make her smile.”
“You weren’t thinking about banging her?”
Laughing, “Fuck yeah, I was. But it was more about making her happy and I never think about that with chicks. You know me, dude, I could give a shit if they’re happy or not. But this girl, I just sat there thinking, ‘I want to make you happy. I want to make you smile,’ and, of course, I wanted to know what that gorgeous hair would feel like on my chest when she was riding my dick.”
“Good. I knew you were in there somewhere. This so doesn’t sound like you.”
“I know, right. The one girl I really want to get to know, really know, and I could have been the fucking Invisible Man as far as she was concerned.”
“So nothing happened?” Liz was leaning close to Zac to hear the rest of this unlikely tale.
Zac shrugged his shoulders, “I danced with her at the wedding.”
“Slow dance?” Liz’s eyebrows went up.
Smiling, he nodded, “Yeah, slow dance.”
“What’d you do, scare her off with some wood?”
Zac’s sip of latte came out his nose as he laughed, “Bitch, don’t do that to me when I’m drinking something hot,” and they laughed together as he mopped up the liquid off his top lip. “No. No wood. I waited until I got back to my room to rub one out that night.”
“Ewww.” Liz’s top lip curled up in mock disgust. “So, you danced with her and what happened? Didn’t you pour on the famous Moore charm?”
“I dunno. At the end of the dance, she just pulled away and hightailed it out of there. She didn’t look at me the rest of the night. I tried getting her attention, but she wouldn’t even look at me.” Giving Liz a perplexed look, “What are you smiling at?”
Liz sat back, smug smile on her face and shook her head. “You dumbass. I seriously give you too much credit for knowing women. This girl was totally feeling everything you were. She’s just shy and probably not overly experienced with guys, and face it, your looks can be totally intimidating.”
“Nah, she wasn’t into me, Liz.”
“Dumbass, she was totally smitten. And scared. Falling for a guy like you is just like staring into the face of heartbreak and if she wasn’t one of these cheerleader bitches like we go to school with, then she was just overwhelmed and went into protect mode.”
Elisabeth Pierpont van der Heyden may as well have thrown a bucket of ice water over Zac Moore’s head. For the first time in his life, he realized that he did in fact have the longing to deeply love someone, and with that realization, came a new found fear.
Zac shivered in the dank Parisian night air as he wondered if he was just too fucked up by his jaded past to ever successfully understand or relate to another person with any true level of intimacy.
Chapter Three
Spring Semester Sophomore Year
Wee Burn Country Club
Darien, Connecticut
Zac walked into the elite country club’s banquet room with Liz’s mom, Neelie van der Heyden, on his arm. The older woman smiled up at him, proud to have such a handsome young man escorting her in.
“Did you know it wasn’t until 1999 that women had full usage of this club?”
“I’m sure you were behind that change, Mrs. V,” Zac whispered conspiratorially.
“Truth is, I hate this place,” she confided as Zac brought her to their table.
“There are other clubs in Darien.”
“Yes, but not for us.”
Zac nodded, understanding that their old money and social register position meant certain protocol must be followed. Things were expected. Generation after generation. And membership at Wee Burn Country Club
was one of those things. Just as it was expected of Liz and other members of the younger generation to be present at certain Wee Burn events throughout the year.
“Mrs. V, Liz and I need to bust you loose. You need a lost weekend. A weekend where we all have secrets to keep.”
Smiling, she squeezed his hand. “You are a breath of fresh air, Zac Moore. If I were thirty years younger, I’d give that daughter of mine a run for her money with a boy like you.”
Squeezing her hand back, Zac leaned over and kissed her cheek. Between his dad’s new family and the van der Heyden’s, Zac had learned more about family in the past two years than he’d ever known. Here was this sophisticated lady paying him compliments and not trying to get in his pants. She was truly thrilled that he and her daughter were inseparable and treated him like a son, not a boy toy. Moments like this made Zac wish he’d grown up in another family or in a social circle where there were boundaries between the parents and children.
Growing up in affluent Newport Beach, California, there was no graceful aging of the women. They needed the next high after their latest trip to the plastic surgeon. And if that fix happened to be a thirteen year old boy, so be it. If said thirteen year old was the son of a friend, even better. Access granted.
As the room began to fill, Zac wondered about the stories of the club’s members. At Wee Burn Country Club, he could assume they were all old money like the van der Heyden’s. As if sensing his curiosity, Neelie quietly started to narrate in his ear. “Next table over, the ginger-haired man is a descendent of Cornelius Vanderbilt, next to him on his right, is a second or third cousin of George Bush.”
She continued her monologue until they were approached by a tall thin woman with an aquiline nose. Zac immediately pegged her for the horsey set. “Edie, this is Elisabeth’s close friend, Zac Moore,” she introduced Zac.
The woman extended her hand, “From which line of the Moore family?”
Before he could answer, Neelie had taken over, “Zac was raised on the west coast, but he’s of the Moores that settled Southold.”
“Oh really,” Edie’s crepe-skinned eyes widened, “your line dates way back.”
Neelie continued, “Yes, they settled Long Island in the 1630’s coming from the Massachusetts Bay Colony.”
“Fascinating,” Edie’s eyes bore into Zac as if he were a rare species. “Do you plan to stay on the east coast?”
Zac hadn’t considered it until that moment when it came out of his mouth, “Absolutely. I’m much happier here. I’ve been on the east coast for a while now. I went to school in New Hampshire. Exeter. And my father is living in the city.”
“East side?” Edie was becoming more and more interested with Mr. Zac Moore.
Zac laughed. “No. A loft in SoHo. I think he’s going through a delayed Bohemian stage.”
The woman was completely charmed.
Liz came and sat down on Zac’s left. To her left, a twenty-something Connecticut blueblood sat down. Zac was introduced to Perry Baker, who then monopolized Liz for the entire dinner.
At dinner’s end, Zac could feel Liz’s fingers digging into his leg, just above his knee. “Hit the bar?” he suggested.
“Hell yeah,” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
Taking her by the arm, Zac ushered her out of the room and down the hall to the deep crimson darkness of the bar.
“This is why I’m gay,” she hissed in his ear as soon as they were perched on bar stools. “The men my mother would deem socially acceptable are either arrogant, master of the universe bores or drunken dilettantes.”
“And you want?” he smiled at her, awaiting her honest answer in this setting that was anything but.
“Smart, hot, dirty-mouthed pussy.”
“We have so much in common,” Zac laughed. “You know you’re the perfect woman.”
Liz let out a sigh as she leaned into the wooden back of the barstool, “Yeah, I know. If only you didn’t have that big thick swinging dick.”
“How do you know it’s big, thick and swinging?” Zac challenged.
“Moore, you live in your damn boxers. Your legs are always spread wide and you can’t miss that thing.”
Zac was surprised, “Wow, so you’ve really been checking out my package?”
Liz leaned close and leveled a very serious look at him. “I could pick it out in a line up,” and they both descended into uncontrollable laughter.
When they looked up, Perry Baker was standing next to them with a bemused look on his face as if he were waiting to get let in on the joke.
“So, how long have you two been together?” He stood between their bar stools.
“Define together?” Liz challenged, still laughing.
“A couple.”
“We’re not a couple,” Liz corrected, “we’re best friends.”
“With benefits?” Perry wasn’t going to let up until he had the whole story, not realizing that Liz and Zac would offer up a homogenized version of the truth.
“She has the benefit of my company,” Zac actually snickered.
“Oh puhleeeze, don’t flatter yourself,” Liz sneered back.
“So you’re just friends?” Perry was having a seemingly hard time with the concept.
“Just friends,” Zac confirmed.
“That’s why you have so much fun together.”
“You’re probably right,” they both agreed.
“I wish I had a friend I could take to these things to help make it bearable. A girlfriend would be even nicer, but it would still be great to have a friend to hang out with.” The guy seemed sincere.
“Isn’t there anyone from work?” Liz was thinking he was not a bad looking guy, did well, and came from a good family.
“No one at my level. And everything is considered sexual harassment these days.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Zac agreed, wondering what it would be like to not be able to get a date. Perry’s plight was so far out of his realm of reality. “You could always pay for one, I guess,” Zac kidded.
Nodding, Perry gave a sad smile, “Don’t think I haven’t thought of it. If I could find a woman who was bright and cultured and could mix in with this crowd, I’d gladly compensate her for her time.”
“To deal with this crowd, you’d need to compensate her well,” Liz made a face, bringing laughter to both men.
Afterwards, Liz shot Zac a glance and he could tell she felt sad for the guy. His mandatory attendance at these events was much harder on him than it was on either her or Zac.
Chapter Four
Spring Semester Sophomore Year
Bryson College
Brookline, MA
“Time for reinforcements,” Brian burst into the dorm room.
“What’s up?” Zac looked up from his laptop. Engrossed in a project for his mechanical engineering class, Zac had finally found a class that he found fascinating and the assignments were so interesting and challenging that he’d begun to miss drinking nights with the boys and blow job nights with the girls.
“Those geeks over at Delta Psi are trying to bag out on what they owe us from the Duke game.”
Zac just shook his head, “Maybe we need to remind them of their commitment.” Saving his work and shutting down his laptop, he grabbed his LeBron 11 basketball shoes and laced them up. “Who’d you talk to over there? That little snot-nose Prescott?”
“Yeah, that little piece of shit.”
With snow still crunching underfoot as they crossed campus toward Frat Row, Zac wondered what exactly was the appeal of fraternity life. The Sigma Chi’s had practically begged him to rush freshman year. He had considered it for a nanosecond, flattered on some deep level that he never let his conscious dwell for too long. But in the end, although moved by the need to be wanted, he knew it wasn’t his thing and made more than a few enemies when he turned them down. He looked like a frat boy, had the prep school education of a frat boy, came from a family with the financial means, but w
here Zac Moore differed was he was a well-masked lone wolf. Keeping a small group of close friends that he could trust implicitly, his pack, around him, was the way he preferred to roll. Being a member of a frat or a sports team, having a big group of drinking buddies, was the antithesis of his comfort zone, although someone casually meeting him would assume the opposite just based on his looks and education. Zac Moore was the pilot of his own fleet and bowing down to upper classmen “brothers” was not in his DNA. Zac turned his back so that she could change in privacy.
“Thank you,” her voice was soft.
Turning to face her, his heart melted at the sight of her in his shirt, hanging around her loosely like a dress.
Unconsciously, she hugged it to herself. “You might not geClimbing the steps of the red brick Delta Psi house, they entered into the vast two-story foyer. In a large community room off the foyer, raucous laughter pealed to the slapstick antics of one of The Hangover movies playing on a large screen projection TV.
As if anticipating their arrival, Prescott Lodge emerged from the room, two wingmen flanking him.
“I understand we have a little issue.” Zac was the first to speak.
“We don’t have any issues.” Prescott looked from side-to-side getting a nod of corroboration from each of his frat brothers.
Zac and Brian physically dwarfed the Delta Psi brothers.
Sighing, Brian rolled his eyes, “Lodge, you know what you owe us, so what’s the bullshit about?”
The scrawny intellectual actually sneered as he turned to Zac, “You treat Britt Logan like shit.”
Zac’s eyes grew wide, first with surprise, only to quickly be supplanted with mirth. “Pussy? This is about pussy?”
The wingmen simultaneously put a hand on each of Prescott’s arms as his body tensed for a lunge toward the much larger Zac Moore.
“She’s not pussy. She’s one of the sweetest girls on campus and you treat her like shit.”
“And you owe us a shitload of money, which you are going to pay us.”
“I don’t think so,” challenged Prescott.
With the agility of a mountain lion, Zac was on him in a flash, Prescott’s wingmen falling away like booster rockets from a space shuttle launch.
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