Page 57 of My Dark Prince
I always thought Seb needed a tragedy to shake him up. Something to remind him he wasn’tthatuntouchable.
“I didn’t forget, dude.” Seb laughed on the other line. “I just didn’t care enough.”
I wanted to punch his face in. Instead, I scooped up a basket and started loading it with things Briar Rose needed. Doliprane, fluids, electrolytes, carbs, and zinc.
“Your asshole ways are going to catch up with you one day,” I grumbled, heading toward the cashier. I didn’t wantto waste any time. I needed to be back in that room in case Briar Rose threw up or something.
“Nah, I’m lightning fast. Oh, by the way.” Seb snapped his fingers on the other line. “I also convinced Dad to let me have the green Lamborghini for the summer. It was pretty easy to sweet talk my way into it, since I caught him bitching and moaning about your flaky ass to Manuel.”
Dad’s COO and right-hand man.Great. Word was out around the company that I was an irresponsible POS.
“I’m getting back there as soon as I can.” I slammed my teeth together, tossed a few notes in the cashier’s direction, and stormed back to the hotel. “I just want to make sure Briar Rose is okay.”
Seb’s turned serious for the first time. “Is she sick?”
“No, nothing like that. Just having a shitty week.”
“My Spidey senses are telling me yours is about to get even shittier when you come back here.”
I seriously hated him sometimes. “Can you at least tell him it’s an emergency?”
I could call Dad up myself, but it would take me a few hours. Taking care of Briar Rose required my laser focus right now.
“Sure, if I remember.”
“Not everything is a joke, Seb.”
“No.” He yawned. “But this conversation is, or I wouldn’t laugh.”
“I—”
But he hung up on me.
Bastard.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Oliver
I woke up with a start, drenched in a pool of my own sweat. The arm clamped around my hip stopped me from shooting upright.
My dick bobbed against my abs. Full, and thick, and one hundred percent hard. Maybe from the dream – of Paris with Briar, her begging me to fuck her right on the streets. Or maybe from the fact that a tiny, soft hand currently held it hostage in a vise grip.
“Briar.”
She didn’t budge. The sheets had fallen in a lump at our ankles. Still, I could barely make out the silhouette of her slim figure in the dark.
I nudged her shoulder, horrified when she tightened her grip, twisting it up and down a bit.
“Fuckkk.”
She hacked out a snore and kicked my shin.
Shitfuckdamn.
I tried prying her fingers off me, one by one, but she groaned, refusing to let up. My balls squeezed tight.
“You have to release me, or I’ll come all over the ceiling.”
