My Dark Prince (Dark Prince Road, #3)

by Parker S. Huntington

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This tasted like goodbye.

And I did feel safe, for as long as we stayed together.

Holy crap. He’d fallen asleep right on top of me. That was how much today had fucked him up.

“You’re mine, too.”

“Don’t answer those,”

“You don’t need your credit card debt lowered. You’re about to marry a billionaire, who is too crazy about you to ask for a prenup.”

I’d turn the fake engagement into a real engagement once I had my propos...

You would look adorable with a fluffy tail, I mouthed to Briar, managing to milk a laugh out of her.

I’d buy the fucking sun for a chance to give Briar her closure.

“That’s just mean. What did animals ever do to you?”

“Then you did the impossible and managed to become the most flawless person on Earth, even though your DNA worked against you.”

“My money is your money.”

Showtime, baby.

“Says the girl marrying one of the richest men in the world.”

I could’ve had a father who asked me how my day was, who walked me down the aisle, who taught me how to break generational curses before I started my own.

I let him hold me up, lost for words for the first time. After all, no words could possibly describe the misery she’d inflected on me.

This is the last time you will ever speak to my wife.

“And I don’t fucking care. The second you made the woman I love cry was the second you signed your death warrant.

“I can, and I am. No contract, no fucking money. Hound me with lawyers, baby. Let’s see who wins.”

He collected my hand with more gentleness than needed, as if it were something precious,

I’ll be sure to send you a video of me burning all that cash in a bonfire, just to throw some salt into the open wound.

Turns out, love is a demanding bitch. It waits for no one but has the audacity to be worth the wait.

Oliver slapped the Financial Times onto his plate, glaring at me as if I’d ruined the perfect breakfast combo forever. Not that he took me seriously.

In fact, he’d spent the past twenty-four hours hovering over me, watching for signs of a pending breakdown over the news

“But go ahead and tell me what you think is standing in our way.”

“You mean like you and me?”

“And why can’t this marriage happen?”

“Welcome to the jet-setting life, baby.”

“You even have a private plane all to yourself.”

“Why couldn’t I fall in love with someone like the Townsend sisters, who would single-handedly burn down an entire rainforest if it helped them plow their way into a designer sale?”

He sent me a be-for-real look. “You can fly commercial.”

We’ll ride off into the sunset with the settlement, and you can use it to launch your own production company. Here. In Potomac. Next to me.”

“We’ll do long-distance, then.”

“Fine. Good point. I don’t want to be away from you anymore, too.”

He emphasized too, yanking his plate back and slicing into his Canadian bacon.

“I did it for fifteen years, and it was torture. I’ll move to Los Ang...

“Wait.” He silenced me with a finger to my lips.

He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, checking for a fever or any signs of lingering concussion damage. “I know you know.”

“All the more reason to stay.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against mine. “You’ve trapped me.”

“If I don’t go to LA, I lose you. But if I do go, I’m no longer the person you fell in love with.”

For once, give me a beautiful goodbye.

“I broke your old lease and sold your car. It’s not charity. It’s compensation.”

“I’ll draw up a lease.”

You’ll look back on this moment one day and thank yourself for putting yourself first.

“You’re strong enough to hold it up,”

For teaching me how to fly. For helping me regain my wings. For letting me go.

He rested his chin on my knee, peering up at me from his seat. “You’ll be okay, won’t you?”