My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(63)
Romeo Costa
Speaking of shooting range…
Zach Sun
Don’t even go there.
That’s double homicide.
Fifty years in the slammer.
Just giving you the facts.
Romeo Costa
She is not pregnant. The only thing she is full of starts with an S and ends with a T.
Ollie vB
Sexiest Alive is actually just the title People Magazine has given me.
My real name is Oliver.
Romeo Costa
And your real chronological age is five.
Zach Sun
Strengthening ties with her MIL.
Smart move.
Romeo Costa
Unfortunately, she is not as dim as I pegged her to be.
Ollie vB
Admit it, Costa.
You miscalculated.
You wanted dumb and dumber and got the best and the brightest.
Alexa, play American Idiot.
Zach Sun
Ollie is right.
You thought she’d be your plaything. In reality, you have more control over the weather.
Romeo Costa
Her entire personality is being a toddler.
She will tire herself out, eventually.
Zach Sun
Will she?
At this point, we’re all living in a simulation, and Detroit Townsend has admin access.
You cannot convince me otherwise.
Romeo Costa
Detroit COSTA.
The way Dallas’s brain worked was an absolute crime against humanity.
Upon returning to Potomac, the first thing I did was text Hettie, ordering her to hide the baster somewhere my horny wife couldn’t find.
While I refused to come inside her, I didn’t put it past Shortbread to drive to the nearest sperm bank and order two Ventis to-go.
Turned out, abstinence was best, because I managed to go four days without liaising with my Wife of Chaos.
What I did do, however, was watch her on forty-nine security cameras spread across my estate.
Shortbread was bored.
And a bored Shortbread, I learned, was a destructive one.
I applauded her talent for doing absolutely nothing, yet achieving so much.
The woman spent her days eating, binge-reading books (sometimes finishing an entire series in the span of twenty-four hours), and spending unholy amounts of money.
My natural inclination was to suspect she’d racked up my credit card bill solely for the purpose of pissing me off, as opposed to doing so because she genuinely desired the objects she’d purchased.
Then I logged onto her Visa statement, noting she’d donated a whole orphanage to Chattanooga, top-of-the-line laptops for an entire school district, and seven-figures to SIDS research.
That seemed in line with her inability to keep herself together every time someone in a diaper entered her five-mile radius.
She racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars in bills each day, daring me to step in and put a stop to her spending spree. I’d never been one to blink first.
From my air-conditioned corner office, I periodically checked on my lovely wife, day in and day out, watching her welcome her mother, her sister, her friends, and her newly employed private masseuse, pedicurist, hairstylist, and a woman whose sole purpose seemed to be brushing her eyebrows.
I gathered she knew she was being watched. The signs weren’t exactly hard to miss.
She would sometimes stop in front of a camera and flip me the finger or flash her tits, with little regard to the possibility that my security team might have access to my home feed.
That I ended up marrying such a crude woman was a travesty in itself, but I convinced myself that she would grow out of her rebellious phase.
The truth I refused to consider was that this was not a phase. This was her default setting. A feature, not a bug.
She was who she was, and nothing and no one could change her.
In the four days we’d spent apart, I shuttled in and out of meetings with Senior, Bruce, and the Costa Industries board, trying to convince anyone with a willing ear that I could secure our grandfathered contract with the DOD before Licht Holdings seized it.
It wasn’t exactly a lie.
Then again, it wasn’t exactly a truth, either.
There was valid reason for concern. Senior had decayed Costa Industries to the point where we no longer topped the list of defense companies. And Bruce, being a certified yes-man, let him.
I could’ve gone an entire week without contact with Dallas if it weren’t for the fact that, on the fifth day, something caught my eye on a monitor.
I shoved the market report to the corner of my office desk. A commotion had formed at my estate gate. There was never a commotion at my front gate.