Page 179 of My Dark Prince

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“I know. And I adore you for it. You are a good big brother, Ollie.”

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “If only Seb agreed.”

“He does.” She squeezed my hand. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Chapter Eighty

Oliver

Zach Sun:Is there a reason I was sent an invite to … wherever the fuck it is?

Ollie vB:Nauru.

Romeo Costa:Basically Australia.

Ollie vB:Okay, Columbus.

Zach Sun:Wrong continent, but I’ll allow it on the grounds that at least you know how to spell his name.

Ollie vB:Save the date.

Romeo Costa:DID I JUST WIN A YACHT?

Zach Sun:Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Briar still hasn’t walked down the aisle, and knowing our boy, he can fuck this up at any point.

Romeo Costa:Please, don’t fuck it up. Love prevails, loneliness is a cureless condition, etc.

Ollie vB:?

Romeo Costa:YOU NEED A FUCKING WIFE AND I NEED A FUCKING YACHT, OKAY?

Ollie vB:Go buy your own yacht if you have such a hard on for one.

Zach Sun:With the way his wife spends, let’s hope he can afford a Disney+ subscription, let alone a yacht.

Romeo Costa:It’s just the same shows all over again. Besides, we share a password with the Townsends.

Zach Sun:She is going to make you remortgage your property at this rate.

Romeo Costa:At the very least, I’ll be poor and fashionable, unlike whatever the fuck I caught you wearing this morning.

Zach Sun:A seven-layered jacket and tape bracelet. It was Fae’s first time at Balenciaga. She got overwhelmed by the floating limbs. What was I supposed to do? My wife gifted it to me.

Romeo Costa:I wouldn’t know how that feels.

Zach Sun:Didn’t Dallas gift you a chocolate sculpture for Christmas?

Romeo Costa:And then she ate it.

Zach Sun:It’s the thought that counts.

Romeo Costa:She finished it before we even finished opening presents.

Ollie vB:Anyway, save the date.

Zach Sun:What if Briar says no?

Ollie vB:You’re great for my ego, aren’t you?

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