My Dark Prince: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Dark Prince Road)

Romeo Costa: Well? Does she have her memory back?

Ollie vB: No, but I’m about to have my dick amputated to stop myself from grinding against her every night.

Zach Sun: Have you considered sleeping in separate beds? Or houses, considering you’re a virtual stranger.

Ollie vB: How would Farrow react if you told her you wanted to sleep in different beds?

Romeo Costa: She’d skew him like a doner kebab and watch as he spins slowly over a fire while she reads to him a list of his business rivals’ greatest accomplishments.

Ollie vB: Thank you.

Romeo Costa: You can just tell her the truth.

Ollie vB: Doctor Cohen said it would set her back.

Romeo Costa: Since when do you care about doing the right thing?

Ollie vB: It’s the least I can do after breaking her heart.

Zach Sun: Better break a heart than bust your own balls.

Romeo Costa: Poor Zach. He finally discovered sex and is no longer capable of a thought from the head above his shoulders.

Ollie vB: Speaking of endangered balls, you two are still coming for dinner tonight, right?

Romeo Costa: Unfortunately. Dallas has taken a liking to your fiancée.

Ollie vB: Fake* fiancée.

Zach Sun: Real* feelings.

Ollie vB: All I feel for her is sympathy and guilt.

Romeo Costa: That’s already more emotion than you’ve shown to all the women you’ve been with combined over the past fifteen years.

Ollie vB: And yet … still not as much as Zachary Sun, humiliating himself in front of an entire stadium of sporting fans, in the grovel of all grovels. You’re lucky no one managed to film it, or you’d be an internet sensation.

Zach Sun: The AI detects Grade-A deflection. You sound like you’re spiraling.

Ollie vB: If I’m spiraling, it’s only because Dallas bought Briar a notebook.noveldrama

Romeo Costa: Hmm … that’s oddly collegiate of her. I’m … dare I say … proud?

Zach Sun: And the problem is?

Ollie vB: And the problem is, Briar scribbles in it every time I say something like a therapist after her client tells her they think they’re living in a simulation.

Zach Sun: Oddly specific.

Romeo Costa: Admit it, von Bismarck. The possibility of Briar finding out the truth scares you shitless.

Zach Sun: The so-called last one standing is now on his knees.

Ollie vB: Sorry to disappoint, but I’m only in this position for intense oral.

Romeo Costa: I give it two weeks.

Zach Sun: I give it one.

Ollie vB: What are we betting on?

Romeo Costa: Your motor yacht.

Ollie vB: Fine. And if the two weeks are up and I am still blissfully not in love, you are both going to invest in my start up.

Zach Sun: For the last time, Oliver, there is no market for taco glue.

Ollie vB: THERE SHOULD BE. Those things fall apart faster than Dallas’s self-control at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Zach Sun: Don’t order crunchy tacos, then.

Ollie vB: I don’t like soft tacos. They’re soggy. Makes me feel like I’m chewing on a wet kitchen towel.

Romeo Costa: Glue is not the answer.

Zach Sun: Unless the question is: what can you get high on if you’re a broke high school junior?

Ollie vB: My bet. My rules. You’re going to invest in this start up if I win.

Romeo Costa: Sure. But you won’t win.

Ollie vB: Get your pockets ready, gentlemen.

Zach Sun: Famous last words.