Page 122 of My Dark Prince
Seb vB:Me and everyone on the Eastern seaboard.
Seb vB:You good?????
Seb vB:I guess that means you’re leaving.
Seb vB:Don’t leave.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Briar
That hadn’t gone as planned.
The plan: to pressure everyone into fessing up to their lies, then storm out of there like a badass, my chin up, as if I didn’t give a damn about Oliver’s ruse.
I didnotplan for my fiancé’s “mistress” to chase after me in tears.
I didnotplan for my so-called besties to enjoy being roasted.
I didnotplan for Oliver’s best friends to indulge my outlandish claims.
Obviously – and I would take this to my grave – these people didn’t totally suck. The opposite, actually.
They’d agreed to go along with Ollie’s absurd plan, not because making a fool out of me entertained them but because they were decent people and didn’t want to risk setting back my recovery. Plus, Dallas and Fae didn’thaveto take me to Texas to jog my memory. Theychoseto.
Either way, I’d find some time to apologize.
It wasn’tthemwho had abandoned me after claiming my virginity, forced me to walk naked down the streets of Paris, and ghosted me weeks later, only to reveal months of open social media flirting with some hot Instagram model with boobs ten times the size of mine.
You don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care.
You got over Oliver ages ago.
It’s time to leave and never see him again.
I wheeled both my suitcases toward the double doors of the master bedroom, ignoring Oliver when he appeared at the frame. He’d stayed behind with Frankie for a few moments, and I wondered what they’d talked about.
None of your business, Briar.
Right. They could fuck each other until they both got third-degree carpet burns for all I cared. And yet, the idea of them conducting an affair made my skin crawl and my stomach churn.
Oliver closed the doors behind him and blocked my path. An array of emotions flew across his face. Anger. Surprise. Determination. I’d never seen him like this. So … animated.
“Please, let me through.” I looped my backpack through my arm, securing it on my back. “Thanks for the room and board, but I’d like to go home now.”
“You regained your memory.” His nostrils flared. “You remember everything.”
I offered him an impatient smile. “Especially the part where I detest you.”
“When did you remember?”
“None of your business.”
“What you did out there was uncalled for.” He pointed behind his back to the dinner party.
“Are we really going to talk about uncalled-for behavior?” I cocked my head sideways, arms folded across my chest. “Because you might have to sit down and secure an hour or seven.”
He squinted at me, shook his head, then raised his palms in surrender. “Look, I know you must be mad—”
