My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(11)
Zachary Sun—tall, lithe, obnoxiously genius, and as emotionally available as a pet rock—breezed into my room with his laptop tucked under his bicep. “What’s Rom’s method?”
He’d opted to stay in the hotel yesterday.
His presence at the ball would have been redundant.
Just the thought of her son marrying a Southern girl would send Mrs. Sun into heart failure. No common woman could suit their old-money lineage, which traced back to the Zhou Dynasty
“There’s one hole he never fucks, and it’s the one where babies come from.” Oliver delivered the piece of information with unnecessary jollity.
Zach frowned, probably recalling my past. “Recently or ever?”
We shared the same worldview—that the oxygen provided by Earth’s dwindling forests was a privilege wasted on humans.
Against my better judgment, I’d made one exception in my thirty-one years of life. Which I’d come to regret.
In spectacular fashion, too.
“He’s been abstinent long enough to be considered a born-again virgin.” Oliver shrugged into an equestrian blazer. “Not to mention—a loser.”
If the words were supposed to offend me, they missed their mark by about two thousand miles.
Women didn’t interest me.
Neither did people in general.
Zach observed me with equal wonder and confusion. “How come I never knew that about you?”
“You must’ve missed my three-month ad on the front page of the New York Times.” I emptied a water bottle in one gulp, placing a piece of mint gum on the tip of my tongue. “What’s the time?”
“Glad you asked.” Oliver lit his cigar and sucked hard. A plume of smoke crawled up from the amber tip. “It’s high time I remind you what happened last night. The incident that preceded you polishing off an entire bottle of brandy in hopes you’d die of alcohol poisoning after you returned from the Townsends’ premises.”
I slam-dunked the bottle into the trash. “Have your moment in the sun. Tell me how bad it looked from the outside.”
“It didn’t look bad.” Zach parked his laptop on the table in front of my bed. “Bizarre? Yes. Scandalous? As intended. But you came off as a good guy trying to win over a girl. At least in the videos plastered all over TikTok and YouTube, many of them viral. They call it the proposal of the century.”
Oliver whistled. “You have your own hashtag.”
I’d never created a scandal in my entire life, and I certainly did not relish being a part of one now. However, the ends justified the means.
I’d done it.
Stolen Madison Licht’s fiancée and made her mine.
The little cretin always ended events with an underaged gold digger, who thought she could keep him for more than one night.
Imagine my surprise when, two days ago, Oliver overheard him waxing poetic about his fiancée’s delectable body, perfect face, and luscious hair.
For once in his miserable life, it appeared he hadn’t lied.
I rubbed my chin. “Was she at least as beautiful as I remember?”
“Exquisite. Chef’s kiss.” Oliver brought his fingers to his lips. “Also: hardly pubescent. Is she even legal, Rom?”
“Legal.” A teeth-shaped valley at the tip of my chin rippled across my fingertips. The manic little vixen had bitten me and left a mark. “Been in college for at least two years.”
Three or more, if she hadn’t exaggerated about failing her semesters. How one could fail in English Lit evaded me, but leave it to this hell-dragged phantom to manage it.
“Zach, when I tell you that woman was livid…” Oliver shook his head. Smoke poured from his nostrils like a demonic dragon. “She nearly stabbed him to death. I think the only thing that stopped her was the likelihood of embarrassing her family further.”
Thankfully, Dallas Townsend harbored a red line.
Based on our fleeting introduction, it was her only one.
I’d be hard-pressed to conjure a woman as colorful as her. She remained in constant sixth gear, ping-ponging from stealing food to running her mouth like it was a Boston Marathon contestant.
Her mere face made me want to pop four Tylenols and wash them down with brandy.
If I’d known her personality prior to acquiring her as my newest investment, I would’ve chosen to hear that pasty brute wax on about her for the rest of his pathetic life over marrying her myself.
Oliver slapped his knee, laughing. “She gave him hell.”
“I’m sure he’ll retaliate in kind once they tie the knot.” Zach typed away on his laptop, only half-invested in the conversation. “What happened after you got to her house?”
I propped against the headboard, massaging the foot my future wife had pierced a straight hole through with her heel. “Her father sent her to her room. Then we closed a nice sweetheart deal. I’m going to hemorrhage donation money into his non-profits for the next five years and introduce him to some people he wants to pitch businesses to.”
And for what?
I could count on one hand the number of times I would see Dallas Townsend after the wedding ceremony—and have fingers left over.
“Well.” Oliver tugged his brown leather gloves up his fingers, tossing the butt of his cigar through the window. “As much as I enjoy reciting the night Romeo ruined his life, I have horses to see and women to corrupt.”