Page 183 of My Dark Prince
And, deep down, I wondered if he never would be.
The elevator pinged open.
“Just shut up and get me that fucking shell.” Sebastian stormed out, flipping the bird to everyone in the lobby who gaped at him on his way out. “And don’t talk to me ever again.”
Chapter Eighty-Two
Oliver
Romeo Costa:@OllievB, I just saw you drive by in your Land Rover with a man in the passenger seat. Something you want to tell me?
Ollie vB:That I have friends that aren’t you assholes?
Romeo Costa:The man had a ball cap, sunglasses, and a face mask.
Ollie vB:He’s a celebrity.
Zach Sun:No way is he a celebrity. If you had a celebrity in your house, you’d invite Annie Leibovitz to document him wiping his ass.
Ollie vB:For the right price, sure. But Annie seemed to be “busy.” Her loss, really.
Romeo Costa:Cut the crap. Who was it?
Ollie vB:None of your business.
Romeo Costa:Kind of looked like Seb.
Ollie vB:You literally just admitted you didn’t see his face.
Zach Sun:Where IS Seb again?
Ollie vB:India.
Romeo Costa:Wasn’t it Bali?
Zach Sun:Do you believe your own lies?
Ollie vB:The person next to me was my father, you dimwits.
Romeo Costa:Felix von Bismarck hasn’t made a public appearance in years. Not since Sebastian’s surprise move to India. Who are you trying to kid?
Ollie vB:Your asses, obviously.
Zach Sun:We want the truth, Ollie.
Ollie vB:Yeah, well. And I want a fucking break.
Chapter Eighty-Three
Briar
“Am I the only one who thinks the dress podium looks like a cake?”
On cue, Dallas’ stomach growled loud enough to trigger seismic sensors. She wiggled around on the bridal shop’s upholstered couch, rubbing her belly.
Yes. You heard right.Bridal shop.
Naturally, I’d woken up this morning to an ambush. Agnes, Dallas, and Farrow had waited at my doorsteps to usher me to a dress fitting I never scheduled.
