Page 103 of My Dark Prince
“Do I have to?”
“I’m a fucking god.”
“Did you have an eight ball of cocaine for breakfast?”
He grinned. “Come on. Let’s drive downtown and get laid.”
“If we drive downtown,you’llget laid, and I’ll have to sit in the lobby of a crappy motel, waiting for you to wash your dick in a kitchenette sink because I’m your ride home.”
Experience proved me right.
Sebastian chuckled. “Are Zach and Rom around this summer?”
I shook my head. “Nah. They have their own shit going on.”
We climbed onto the pontoon, which someone had parked close to Dad’s mini yacht. While it didn’t hold a candle to its twenty-million-dollar neighbor, it was still a nice ride, all silver and black vinyl, state-of-the-art stereos, and docking lights. It even had a storable dinette table.
With all the work we’d done, Seb and I hadn’t done anything fun together in ages. I was glad to spend some time with my little brother. Seb had managed to make things unnecessarily tense during our internship, constantly trying to one-up me when I literally couldn’t give two shits.
In fact, I’d only returned because I knew von Bismarck money would make starting a family with Briar Rose that much easier.
People who didn’t know Seb considered me whip smart and elegant with a knack for numbers. The second they met him, they recategorized me as the dumb brother. After all, he was smarter, more handsome, and more ambitious. Ruthless in his pursuit for whatever he set his eyes on.
He separated his private life from work, school, and sports in ways I never could. It gave him an edge on me.
But I didn’t care about not being the auspicious brother.
I just wanted us to get along.
I hopped into the pontoon after Seb, slid the key into the ignition, and revved the motor, tilting the throttle lever forward. The boat raced onward, slicing the clear turquoise water like a knife.
Seb rolled his sleeves up and got us beers from a little fridge underneath one of the benches. He popped the caps with his thumb and passed me one. I took a slow sip, squinting at the horizon on our way to the island adjacent to the lake house.
“Isn’t it boring, boning the same girl all the time?” Sebastian flung his elbows over the railing. “Like, don’t you want the variety?”
“Not really. There’s more to life than getting your dick wet, Seb.”
Briar Rose and I had only done it once, but I’d known eons ago that it would just her for me. I didn’t need anyone else. Why would I? I only had two hands, and I needed them both to hold on to her.
“Yeah, I know.” He took another pull of his beer as the pontoon zipped through the lake. “There’s also rowing and barbecuing.”
I let out a snort and shook my head. “Awful.”
“Speaking of awful …” He clapped my back from behind, grasping my shoulder with a smirk. “I have bad news.”
Uh-huh. I knew that face. It was the face of an asshole who took pleasure in ruining my day. Seb had a mean streak. He kind of reminded me of Romeo in that sense. Ruining people’s day for sport. As an unapologetic bonus.
I groaned. “What is it?”
“So, while you were in Europe, I wanted to creep on one of the girls I’m dating on Instagram …”
Girls. Plural. Jesus. I wasn’t judgmental, but goddamn, my brother was a total player.
I felt my jaw ticking. “Okay.”
“I always end up accidentally liking one of their photos from, like, 1588 or something.” He chuckled, taking another swig of his beer. “Trust me, there is nothing more humiliating than knowing someone got a notification of you liking their shit from before they hit puberty.”
I stared at him hard, not even focused on the path ahead to the island. “Right. And?”
