Page 131 of My Dark Prince
“Breweries are God’s worship place.”
“You mean churches, temples, and mosques?”
I shot her an incredulous look. “Where do you see people having more fun: there or in breweries?”
She gave me a flat stare. “I hope they sell sunscreen in hell.”
“Don’t worry about me. I get tan, not red. Now, what are you doing here?” I squinted. “I know you remember that I am the worst thing to happen to this world since shoulder pads. What’s up?”
“No.” She stared up at me, the picture of innocence. “I’m your fiancée, Oliver. And I want to marry you.”
What she wanted was to drive me out of my own home.
We both knew that.
Fine.Game on. Now that she had her wits about her, I could retaliate. She was fair game. I could pull her leg. And oh, did I want to do some pulling. And kissing. And biting. And things that would probably make a porn star blush.
“Sweetheart, you’re not scaring me. I put the cum in commitment.”
I tossed the blanket back over us, scooting close to wrap my arms around her waist. It was a fleeting touch, but it made both of us jolt back in surprise as electricity wove between us. I wouldn’t kick this woman out of my bed even if she was on fucking fire. She was threatening me with a good time.
She scrunched her nose. “There’s no cum in the word commitment.”
“Shh. I’m dyslexic.”
“Are you really?”
“No. But I don’t let facts stand in the way of a good joke.”
If looks could kill, hers would chop me into tartar-sized pieces. I was deeply amused, turned on, and confused. Also: not entirely convinced the whiskey hadn’t introduced me to the nightmare of my dreams.
“How about we start consummating our marriage?” I rubbed my nose against hers, knowing she wanted to hurl a heavy piece of furniture my way. “Practice makes perfect.”
“Legend has it you’re quite the perfectionist.” She pushed at my chest, already raw from my brawl with Sebastian.
I didn’t even entertain the possibility that his disappearance tonight had something to do with her presence here. Nope. No way they’d met. He would never let her see his face. Not in a million years.
I propped my head on my hand, turning serious. “Did you know about my reputation while you were in Los Angeles?”
“How could I not?” She snorted. “Gossip sites love you, and so do women, for a reason I can’t fathom.”
“I know it’s a shocking concept, but not everything they print in theNational Enquireris true.”
“Of course, it is. Especially that story about the UFOs and the mermaids.”
I knew exactly what headline she was referring to. I had aNational Enquirersubscription. It was the only newspaper Geezer seemed to like chewing on.
“So, what brought you back here?”
My eyes ran the length of her. The chaotic strawberry-blonde curls. The dark blue eyes. The skin kissed with freckles that weren’t there when we were teenagers and somehow made her more beautiful. She wore all the dips and peaks of her life like a badge of honor.
“Giving you hell.” She tossed the blanket off her and rounded the bed. “What else?”
I watched her lazily, my dick painfully hard beneath the sheets, wondering what her ulterior motive could be. She wasn’tthatpetty, and I wasn’tthatstupid.
“Hell is not a place. It’s a state of mind. And let me assure you, sweetheart, I’m already there.”
She shoved her feet into slippers and picked up a satin robe from the floor, tying it around herself. “Are you asking me to leave?”
