Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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?