Romeo Costa:
 
 Not me.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Imagine how hilarious it’s going to be when he finds out.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 @RomeoCosta, can you tell Farrow to come back home?
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Hold.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 She said she doesn’t have a home, that she lives in her employer’s guest room, and that she is having too much fun with my wife to come back today.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Try again tomorrow.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 This relationship is the best thing to happen to this world since sliced bread.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 I don’t eat carbs.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 You really should. You are moody AF.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 I hate all of you.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Not all.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Not Farrow.
 
 Up until now, I never understood why the Greeks invaded Troy over Helen.
 
 I woke up ready to justify a war or two if it meant sinking my dick past Farrow’s full lips again.
 
 I started my morning early, spending half of it wondering when I could go for round two.
 
 After my workout with Oliver and Romeo, I set out for my library in my best suit. It was pathetic, wearing a bespoke three-piece while working in my home office to impress my fuckinghousekeeper, but I’d long passed pride.
 
 (I was past a lot of things since I’d tasted Fae’s pussy.)
 
 As I made my way to my office, I swiped a finger over my phone, spotting five missed calls. Three from Mom. Two from Eileen.