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.