My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road #2) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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Ollie vB:

Probably somewhere between thirteen and nineteen.

Ollie vB:

I still cannot get over the fact that you are screwing the help.

Zach Sun:

I still cannot get over the fact that you gave a woman you literally do not know two of your five Amex cards.

Romeo Costa:

COME AGAIN?

Ollie vB:

I did.

Ollie vB:

Three times. Today alone. To Frankie’s IG pictures.

Ollie vB:

She’s in Costa Rica, basking in the sun, wearing tiny bikinis.

Ollie vB:

Best money I’ve ever spent.

Ollie vB:

Also, how’d you find out?

Zach Sun:

Farrow has a mouth.

Ollie vB:

She should use it to suck your dick more and talk about my business less.

Zach Sun:

Don’t you need a job to have a ‘business’?

Ollie vB:

How does Farrow know Frankie?

Romeo Costa:

Dallas and Frankie took Farrow out for a birthday celebration.

Ollie vB:

Wow. Okay.

Ollie vB:

Not going to pretend not to be hurt by the lack of requests for me to be the stripper jumping out of the cake.

Zach Sun:

The last thing your criminal record needs is you jumping out of places completely naked.

Ollie vB:

My probation is over, and that was completely consensual, thankyouverymuch.

Ollie vB:

I already told you. She was mad because I forgot her name.

Romeo Costa:

Pin this conversation for a second.

Ollie vB:

Why? You’ve got something important to tell us?

Romeo Costa:

No. I’m making some popcorn for this.

Ollie vB:

[Eye roll Emoji]

Ollie vB:

So… where is she now?

Romeo Costa:

Frankie? Probably Kindergarten, learning letters and colors.

Ollie vB:

Farrow, you swine.

Romeo Costa:

In my living room with Shortbread.

Romeo Costa:

They appear to be making voodoo dolls.

Romeo Costa:

My bad.

Romeo Costa:

I was just informed they’ve taken up crocheting.

Romeo Costa:

Shit, they’re really bad at it.

Romeo Costa:

Dallas just finished a beanie, and it looks like a cock warmer.

Zach Sun:

I sincerely hope by ‘cock’ you mean a rooster.

Romeo Costa:

Listen, Dallas likes skiing. This is a no-judgment zone.

Ollie vB:

Isn’t three o’clock a work hour for Farrow?

Romeo Costa:

Doubt her job description currently includes anything beyond taking Zach’s dick in every available hole in her body.

Zach Sun:

Objectify her one more time, and you will find yourself with a knife in your hand like Brett Junior.

Ollie vB:

Aw. Zachy Boy, you’re not supposed to get attached.

You’re ENGAGED.

Romeo Costa:

This engagement is going to be shorter than Vanilla Ice’s career.

Zach Sun:

Vanilla who?

Romeo Costa:

Exactly.

Ollie vB:

Can you stop saying the word vanilla?

Ollie vB:

It is very triggering to me.

Romeo Costa:

Why?

Ollie vB:

Reminds me of missionary sex.

Zach Sun:

I’m carrying through with the marriage.

Romeo Costa:

Didn’t you just put a 100k retainer down for Dan? For Farrow’s legal fees?

Zach Sun:

This is beside the point.

Ollie vB:

Okay, @RomeoCosta, who’s gonna tell him?

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 fucking housekeeper, 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.

Irritation swept over me. We’d included a clause in our agreement that limited texts, calls, and conversations. I made a mental note to send her an annotated copy of the engagement contract.

I ignored the calls, replied to a chain of emails from Dan, Bryan, and Deanne, and wrote a follow-up email to the private investigator.

This needed to be an all-hands-on-deck operation. Octi deserved to annihilate Vera, and I intended to ensure my legacy with Farrow.

Her full inheritance, the house, the cleaning company, and a severance package from yours truly to help her elevate her business to a monstrous scale.

Or, preferably, retire.

The thought of her cleaning another asshole’s home in her hot little uniform made me want to set fire to the entire city.

(See: Trojan War.)

“Mr. Sun.” Natalie emerged from the bathroom, heels stabbing the floor as she hurtled toward me. “Good morning.”

Since I took business meetings in this wing, I allowed shoes in this zone of the manor.

“Debatable.” I kept my pace, even as she struggled to catch up with my longer stride. “What do you have for me?”

I continued scrolling through my phone, idiotically hoping that… What? Farrow would somehow decide she wanted a quickie in the laundry room?


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