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No one really knew who I was, I was still a mystery. The public knowing my name wouldn’t change that, so I shrugged. “Sure.”

Zander faced his phone. “Her name’s Bianka, and we met on Tinder.”

I snorted. “Don’t lie.”

“Would you swipe right for me?”

Sizing him up, loving what I saw, I wrinkled my nose. “Nah.”

Zander snickered. “She kills me.” He leaned over and read some of the feedback. “They say you’re lucky to have me.”

To that, I moved in front of the camera, tossing it a sassy look. “Actually,he’slucky to have me. I’m the prize here.”

Zander pushed me away and made a face. “So, yeah, I’ve been dealin’ with that. Hope you all are having a safe and nice weekend. You guys liking ‘Canvas’?”

Zander talked to his fans for a while and then I got the idea to loosen him up a bit more. I got my own phone and put on some music and stood from the stool.

“Come on, dance, be free,” I encouraged as I pulled Zander from his seat.

He cringed, shaking his head. “I can’t dance.”

“So?”

A dancey hip-hop record was playing and I began moving, staring up at him, goading him to do something. He was shy, smiling at me innocently as I fell into the beat of the song. To do him a service, I turned and whined my waist into his, bending over and twerking on him just a little.

Zander’s hands found my hips and he angled his head to peek at me, the biggest grin splayed across his face.

I came back up and kept dancing, bopping around him and nodding my head. “Don’t be so stiff, Zand.”

We held hands lightly and Zander tried to dance, and it was the cutest thing, seeing him attempting to move in sync with the music. I could tell this was way out of his comfort zone, but it was something I’d never seen myself doing either.

Another first for us.

I went to check on my peppers while Zander settled down on the stool, going back to his fans.

“I’m glad you all are liking this Zaturday thing I’m trying. It was Bi’s idea, actually, but it’s definitely been a fun exercise and I’m always jonesing to give you guys new music. Next week’s cover will be fun, I promise.”

“And the album?” I prompted.

“The album’s coming along really well. It’s going to be a masterpiece,” Zander swore to his fans. “I’ll be in the studio next week working on a collaboration I’m excited about. This project is special to me. I won’t say any more on that, but just know that Z3 will give the best of me and all of me.”

In the background, the front door shut loudly and I soon heard footsteps.

“What smells so damn good?” Paul’s voice called out as he was coming our way.

Soon, Rajaa and Paul were stepping into the kitchen.

“All right, I’m going to hop off now, but I’ll do this again soon. This was fun.” Zander waved goodbye to his fans and ended the live-feed before facing his manager and cousin.

“She cooks.” Paul was impressed as he came to greet me with a kiss to the cheek.

I shrugged. “I cook.”

“She’s actually thefirstperson to cook for me,” Zander announced. “She put together some stuffed peppers that’re baking and I’m excited about it.”

“I’m not even gonna let him gas me too much because he can cook his ass off,” I said. “Shout out to his parents for showing him the way, because he’s really good.”

Rajaa agreed with a nod of approval. “Have you had his chicken karahi?”

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