Page 139 of My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road)

Ollie vB:

Just Google two nurses one cop. Thank me later.

Ollie vB:

But make sure you do it through your iPhone to avoid viruses.

Romeo Costa:

For the millionth time, iPhones are not immune to viruses.

Ollie vB:

Aww, shucks.

Ollie vB:

That explains that $2M charge to Anita Hanjaab.

Zach Sun:

There’s no love involved with either of them.

Ollie vB:

Keep telling yourself that while you break every single rule you’ve ever had for Cinderella.

The first sign that I needed to pause the brakes on the trainwreck that was my situationship with Farrow Ballantine came from Natalie, of all people.

She cornered me in the conservatory, where I sat with six laptops open, trying and failing to track multiple markets on the tiny 12-inch screens. “Did something happen to your office?”

Yeah. Farrow’s in it.

I wasn’t avoiding her.

On the contrary,she’dspent the past three days since the sauna incident dodging me every time I rounded a corner.

Occasionally, she’d dip into my office and revisit our Go game, moving a stone here or there, but only when I wasn’t inside. Which, pathetically, forced me to set up camp in the opposite wing of the manor.

I didn’t look up from the screens. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

“Just concerned.”

You and me both.

Since when did I rearrange my life to suit the needs of another person that wasn’t blood related to me?

Better yet, since when did Farrow Ballantine become someone whose thoughts, actions, and emotions I considered at all?

I shot up from the chair, startling Natalie when it pelted across the room. Her jaw almost dislodged itself after I began pacing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

I was going to erupt.

Three days.

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