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Out of Control, Part 3

Vaughn walked through the entrance of the Country Club. He was looking for Bobby Arquette to be precise. He loosened his tie somewhat as he glanced around for him. "I know that slacker is here. He doesn't have a job and does nothing all day," he muttered as he scanned the interior of the building. His eyes fell on a familiar face as she walked past him. "Paulette?"

"Vaughn Winner, I thought that was you," said Paulette Arquette, Bobby's older sister. "You've grown up."

He shrugged a little and smiled. "It's been a while." His smile turned serious. "I'm looking for your brother. You know where he is?"

"He's out by the pool. Where else would he be," Paulette sighed in reply. "What do you need to see my loafer of a brother for?"

"About something very important," Vaughn replied cryptically.

"Hmm, I wish you luck then. He's probably asleep in a chair or flirting with some ditz. I hope to see you again Vaughn," she said with a brilliant smile as she walked off, her tennis skirt swishing.

He looked after her for a moment. "How Bobby's related to her, I will never know." He shook his head and walked outside. His sunglasses rested on the top of his platinum blond locks as he searched the area around the pool. His mouth tightened slightly when he spotted his prey flirting with another woman. He made his way over towards them. "Bobby Arquette," he called out as he stood behind the beach chair.

Bobby's indigo eyes raised when he heard his name called. He arched a brow. "Vaughn Winner, what do I owe the pleasure of your company? He looked back at Nyla Cantrell sitting next to him. "I'm sure you know Nyla."

"Hello Vaughn," the stunning brunette said as she gazed up at him.

"Nyla," Vaughn said, nodding his head, but turned his attention back to Bobby, "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" Bobby asked as he stood up, stretching his arms over his head. He stood at least two inches taller then Vaughn.

"A private matter," Vaughn answered, his eyes going to Nyla.

Bobby understood. He looked back down at Nyla. "I'll be back in a bit." He looked back at the blond in front of him. "Over there in the shade Winner," he said as he started walking towards the shade of some trees. His dark sunglasses were pushed back on his golden brown hair. "What's this about Winner?"

"It's about Veronica," Vaughn replied as he faced him.

A grin crossed his lips. "What about Veronica?"

"I want you to leave her alone."

Vaughn's response caused Bobby to look at him with shock. "Why would I do that?"

"You do her more harm then good," Vaughn said as his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is that so?" Bobby smirked. "It's not for some other reason?"

"And what would that be?" Vaughn countered impatiently.

"Come off it Winner, you know what kind of girl she is. You want a chance with her and I'm in the way."

The pale brows that matched his hair drew in and his eyes grew cold. "No, that's not the reason at all."

Bobby took a slight step back, but he didn't remove the smirk from his face. "I think it is. Why else would you come here in the middle of the day."

"I'm on my lunch hour," Vaughn replied acidly.

"You work when you don't even have to."

"It's my father's company. I work because I'm due to inherit a quarter of it. I want to keep it the way it is since it supports most of my extended family as well as my own."

Bobby snorted.

"But that's not why I came here, I'll repeat that I want you to leave Veronica alone," Vaughn said in a carefully clipped tone.

"Why should I? She's everything I want. Beautiful, smart, wealthy in her own right, royalty, although it doesn't really matter that much…" he paused purposely as his indigo eyes found the violet ones, "…and good in bed."

Vaughn's hands closed into tight fists at his sides. It was taking all his effort not to punch the hell out of Bobby Arquette.

"I see that I stuck a nerve there Winner? You didn't know she was good in bed?" Bobby taunted as he held his hands behind his head. "I would have thought one of you would have known. You especially. Donavon Barton was too much of a saint for her."

Vaughn's face went red then white, then red again. His temper was rolling under the surface. "I never touched her."

"Hmm…but it never stopped you from flirting with Randy Maxwell did it? I know you've always had your hands all over her before." There was a slight edge to his voice.

A nasty smile worked its way across Vaughn's mouth. "What? Jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous?"

"Because I know how much you wanted Randy. You just weren't man enough to go after her because you were scared shitless by her father. Both my cousins braved him and got to date her. You tucked tail and ran."

"But I did have Veronica there to comfort me once Randy started dating your cousin, Miles. She was the best I ever had. Then she dropped me for your cousin Donavon, before he dumped her. She came back to me and well, she fucked the brains out of me like she did the first time," he said smugly as he watched the color in the other young man's face get brighter. "And I bet your dying to know what she's like in bed. She'll be the best lay any guy will have."

Vaughn's temper exploded and he shot out his hand, closing around Bobby's throat and slamming him into the tree behind him. "You say anything like that about her again, I will not hesitate to choke the life out of you. You helped make her what she is by opening your big mouth. I know you've passed her around and she let you, but no more. I won't see her get hurt and I'll be damned if I let some jackass like you do it. So I will say it one more time, you will leave her alone. And if you don't, I'll come after you and then you'll sincerely wish you were dead," he snarled as he let go. He flexed his hand a little as he stared at the man in front of him. "I expect you to do it. I may look like I'm some beanpole, but I'm a hell of a lot stronger then I look. I will kick your ass and that's a promise," he growled as he abruptly turned on his heel and walked away.

Bobby rubbed his hand across his throat. His eyes narrowed on Vaughn's retreating back. "Damn pretty boy, thinks I'll do what he says? Hell no. I do whatever the hell I want." He cleared his throat a little and leaned against the tree, his face contorted in thought. "Winner's interested in her. I can tell or why else would he defend her like he did? He wants Veronica, but he's not going to get what's mine," he said in an evil tone as he made his way back to his chair.

A/N: Short chapter I know, but I wanted to establish Bobby's character since he does play a large role in this story. I hope you liked it and there will be more coming soon! XOXO!!