Page 41 of My Dark Prince
Frankie Townsend:that asshole didn’t even try to sleep with me when he had the chance.
Romeo Costa:The plot thickens.
Ollie vB:Sorry, that’s just me. I’ll tuck it back in, though.
Farrow Ballantine-Sun:@OllievB, what happened? You were so adamant you wanted to hook up with Frankie.
Zach Sun:He was never invested. His entire bravado is a sham. I called it years ago.
Ollie vB:You don’t like it when I chase underage skirt. You don’t like it when I DON’T chase underage skirt. There’s just no pleasing you people.
Dallas Costa:We are coming tomorrow evening for dinner, Sir Sins-a-Lot.
Ollie vB:Behave.
Dallas Costa:And I’m bringing Luca.
Zach Sun:We have other plans.
Farrow Ballantine-Sun:No, we don’t.
Ollie vB:Woof woof.
Zach Sun:Don’t be so smug, Oliver. I have a feeling you’re next.
Chapter Nineteen
Briar
Not a single memory returned by the time the hospital discharged me.
I’d spent ridiculous hours sleeping, chasing another dream from the past. One that would fill in the gaps from now and fifteen years ago. None came. On the bright side, the hospital had moved me into the executive suite for my last few nights, and I woke up every morning to the sight of Oliver sprawled across the spare bed, his glossy hair twinkling in the fresh sunlight.
I flicked open the overhead mirror in Oliver’s Ferrari, running my tongue over my teeth. “I’m super excited to go back home.”
He hadn’t touched me at all since I’d come to, save for a handful of awkward fatherly hugs. I didn’t remember much about my life, but Ididremember us as teenagers.
Back then, you couldn’t remove us from one another with a five-blade machete. We were always one breath away from humping each other’s leg in public and used to kiss until our mouths were dry and stinky.
So, I was a little taken aback by the priestly restraint Oliver showed me. In fact, he’d been withdrawn ever since I’d woken up from my comacussion (coma-concussion). Not exactly unfriendly … but reserved.
Maybe he’s worried for me.
Maybe this is all in my head.
I lifted a chunk of hair near my temple, observing the greenish bruise there. “I’m sure being back where I live is going to help me remember things.”
“Mmhmm.” Oliver drummed his long, elegant fingers over the steering wheel, looking at everything and anything, just not me.
I turned to smile at his profile. “Trio and Geezer are going to be so happy to see me.”
No response. Oliver’s hooded eyes remained trained on the road. With a small sigh, I popped the glove compartment open, taking a sip from my Stanley. As soon as I saw what waited for me inside, I proceeded to spray the water all over the windshield, choke-coughing for breath.
“Jesus,” Oliver growled, veering to the right as he shot me an alarmed look. A car behind us honked, bypassing us as the driver flipped us the finger. “You okay, Cuddlebug?”
“I don’t know. Am I?” I fished out the contents of the glove compartment, including a glow-in-the-dark dino-dick, a BDSM chastity belt, and a spiky dildo. “What the hell are you doing to me when we’re in bed?”
Oliver’s eyes broadened, and his impossibly sculpted cheekbones turned bright pink. “Nothing you don’t consent to, my little sex kitten.”
