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)
And three) expected her to honor her agreement to cancel the engagement.
I closed my eyes, spinning my chair around, so I didn’t have to look at the Go board.
Chill the fuck out, Zach.
It’s just thirty days.
You survived thirty-three years without Farrow.
But did I?
T-MINUS 28 DAYS.
Ari:
Excuse me???
Ari:
Why am I hearing it from @DallasCosta that Vera is in jail on 900k bail she cannot pay and Reggie and Tabby are living in a Motel 6?!
Ari:
YOU DID IT. YOU WON.
Ari:
THE HOUSE IS YOURS. THE COMPANY IS YOURS.
Ari:
CELEBRATE.
Dallas:
Bestie, are you illiterate?
Ari:
No, why?
Dallas:
Because you cannot read the room.
Dallas:
Fae is heartbroken.
Dallas:
She just moved out of Zach’s house.
She doesn’t care about those beeshes.
Ari:
What?
Ari:
I am so not in the loop.
Ari:
Why???
Farrow:
We had a deal.
Farrow:
We both got what we wanted out of it.
Ari:
Wait, what did HE get out of the deal?
Dallas:
[Peach Emojis x 3]
Dallas:
[Eggplant Emoji, Hot Dog Emoji, Kitten Emoji, and Donuts Emoji]
Dallas:
Subtle, but I thought this might explain it.
Farrow:
You’re literally the female version of Oliver.
Dallas:
It’s the pregnancy hormones.
I think about sex ALL the time.
Ari:
And Zach just let you walk away?
Ari:
(Sorry to change the subject, Dal.)
Farrow:
You guys never let me finish before you bombarded me with sex emojis. Pervs.
Farrow:
[Eyeroll Emoji]
Farrow:
I asked for some time apart (TEMPORARILY!!!).
Farrow:
He wanted me to stick around. Which is even worse.
Ari:
Where do you live now?
Dallas:
Casa de Costa. Woot woot.
Dallas sent an attachment.
Ari:
All I see is food…?
Dallas:
My bad.
Dallas:
She’s there behind the stash of snacks that was just delivered. See her ear on the left-hand side?
Ari:
A gorgeous ear. Enough to make van Gogh weep.
Farrow:
Ha. Ha.
Very funny.
Ari:
Love you.
Ari:
You know I’m always one phone call away—and a flight, in case someone’s ass needs whooping.
Farrow:
Appreciate it. <3
T-MINUS 27 DAYS.
Ollie vB:
Is Zach alive?
Ollie vB:
Haven’t seen or heard from him in three days.
Romeo Costa:
Oliver… is that concern I detect in your otherwise completely corrupted soul?
Romeo Costa:
May I suggest checking your temperature?
Ollie vB:
Not concern for Zach, but for the future of this exclusive neighborhood.
Ollie vB:
Housing prices will tank if people discover it’s the site of a gory crime scene.
Ollie vB:
Should we check that he’s not rotting somewhere in his house with a blunt object smashed into his head?
Ollie vB:
Let’s admit it, nobody will be surprised if we find out that he finally pissed off someone to death.
Ollie vB:
The man’s idea of seduction is calling a woman an octopus.
Romeo Costa:
Zach is alive.
Romeo Costa:
In the technical sense of the word, at least.
Romeo Costa:
He’s just butthurt because Farrow moved in with me and Dallas and broke up with his ass.
Ollie vB:
Aw. Butt pain is no fun.
Ollie vB:
If only he’d only asked… I would’ve pointed him in the direction of great organic lube.
Romeo Costa:
You’re a fountain of knowledge, von Bismarck.
Romeo Costa:
A true renaissance man.
Ollie vB:
So, she finally moved out.
Ollie vB:
What happened? Did she find out he’s a psychopath?
Romeo Costa:
Nah, she was on board with that part.
Romeo Costa:
She refused to be the side piece.
Ollie vB:
Rookie mistake.
Ollie vB:
The side piece gets all the perks and none of the drama and familial obligations.
Romeo Costa:
Thank you for the moral clarity.
Romeo Costa:
Also, something about needing to discover herself.
Ollie vB:
Sigh. It’s always the 20- and 50-year-olds. Nothing in between.
Romeo Costa:
Constance is pressuring him and Eileen to choose a date.
Ollie vB:
Would have been nice if they went on one before getting engaged.
Romeo Costa:
You’re not wrong.
Romeo Costa:
Either way, Eileen is MIA.
Romeo Costa:
Probably gone missing to avoid the break up.
Ollie vB:
Should we check in on him?
Romeo Costa:
I think that’s what good friends do.
So… no?
Ollie vB:
Lmfao.
Ollie vB:
Zach, we’re on our way. Open up this time.
Zach Sun:
I’m busy.
Zach Sun:
Also, Farrow did not break up with me.
Romeo Costa:
Right. That would require having been together.
Zach Sun:
Fuck off, Costa.
Ollie vB:
What’s with the attitude?
Ollie vB:
Who shat down your chimney?
Zach Sun:
YOU did.
Zach Sun:
Almost broke your nose for it.
Ollie vB:
Okay, we were seventeen at the time, and that was a very sophisticated practical joke, mind you.
Zach Sun:
Do not come to my house.
Ollie vB:
We’ll break down the door.
Zach Sun:
You won’t get past security.
Romeo Costa:
I’ll set Farrow up with a date if you don’t open up.
Zach Sun:
The only thing that’ll be open, if you set her up with a date, is your body as I extract your internal organs with a chainsaw. One at a time.
Romeo Costa:
…
Zach Sun:
Fine. I’ll open up.
Ollie vB:
Such a good boy.
Zach Sun:
Shut up.
Ollie vB:
Only with a silicone ball gag, baby.
T-MINUS 26 DAYS.
The sound of a fifty-plus orchestra woke me up from my sixteenth consecutive hour of sleep.
I couldn’t even be miserable in peace.
I shoved a pillow over my head. A saxophone blasted past the plush feathers, followed by the most useless instrument on Earth. The triangle.
“Goddammit.”
I shot out of bed and stormed downstairs, not bothering to throw on a shirt.
“Oh, baby, you’re awake.” Mom lit up at the sight of me, perched on a barstool at one of my islands. “Help me choose the music piece for the wedding.”
Dozens of musicians crammed into the open kitchen. They lowered their oversized instruments, nodding to me.