Page 123 of My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road)

They just refused to see it.

And I? I had no problem warming my heart with cardio and the musky sheets of a man.

In fact, I’d long suspected I had the exact opposite problem that Zach did. I craved the feel of another person’s skin on mine. Took my pleasure in hookups and didn’t look back.

Relationships were high-stakes. Risky.

Sex was simple. Instant gratification.

And Zach was a god among men. I was at no risk of falling in love with the broody, patronizing billionaire sitting atop an ivory tower.

I produced my phone from my duffel bag, skimming through my best friend’s texts.

Ari:

I can’t believe we won’t celebrate your birthday together.

Farrow:

Me, either.

Farrow:

You’re my favorite person in the whole world right now.

Farrow:

(Not to sound like a stage-five clinger or anything.)

Ari:

More than Keanu Reeves?

Farrow:

Yes.

Ari:

More than Taylor Swift?

Farrow:

Yes.

Ari:

More than Madonna?

Farrow:

Hey, don’t push it.

She’s the queen of pop.

Ari:

Merp.

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