The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 29

Lark was waiting by the door of the restaurant waiting for everyone. Max was settling the bill which he insisted he cover. Johan was flirting with a girl near the bar of the restaurant and Ollie was in the bathroom, likely furiously texting the guy from Houston in the stall. Lark decided she needed some air and a bit of space to collect her thoughts so told them all she’d meet them outside.

She leaned against the wall and stared out towards the water unable to curb her smile. It had been a fun dinner where she laughed more than once at antics of her friends. She was glad she tagged along on their adventure.

“You!” Oona appeared out of the shadows.

Lark looked at her and shook her head. She knew Max and Ollie’s security were hovering and there was nothing this woman could do to her physically but even being around someone Max slept with was making her stomach roll. “What do you want?”

“I want to warn you about the man you’re dating.”

“I’m not dating anyone.” Lark folded her arms and stood up away from the wall. “But if I was, it would be none of your business.”

“Max Villeneuve is a player. He goes through women like socks.”

“No s**t?” she made wide mocking eyes at the woman’s accusation. “He literally is posted on the cover of GQ holding a dildo telling men he can please their women more than they can. I think I figured out he’s a player.”

“He used me.”

“Uh, pretty sure you used him.”

“He’s a liar. I’m not with my father’s security guard. He clearly created the videos to break the contract he has with my dad.

Lark snickered. “Really?”

“Yes. He’s going to extort the family. I know it.”

“To what end?” Lark asked curious as to where this was going. “What’s in it for him if he blackmails you?”

“He wants my father’s tech company.”

“Oh. You mean the company, which is in steady decline, demonstrably over the last two quarters, because it cannot stay relevant in today’s competitive market?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me guess,” Lark sneered at her, “did Daddy’s loss last quarter impact your allowance? You didn’t get to buy your new Hermes handbag because your credit card suddenly has a limit?”

“You don’t know me. How dare you?”

Lark stepped right up to her and looked her up and down and then plucked the arm of the woman’s coat. “The coat costs easily eight grand. I know because the owner of the firm I worked for in Houston has the same one, but she bought it herself so on her it looks good. Your nose is far too perfect not to have been bought for you and you clearly had your jaw and cheeks done when the nose was done. Your hair probably gets styled every two to three weeks and your shoes,” Lark clicked her tongue condescendingly, “well, let’s say those little pegs you’re walking around on cost more than the average person’s monthly income. Women like you disgust me, Oona, and not because you like beautiful things. You are repulsive because you’ve not worked for anything you own yet you think it’s owed to you. You act like you’re a goddess amongst men, but you’ve contributed nothing to society other than excessive consumerism at the cost of your father’s wallet.” “You’re a b***h. You don’t know anything about me.”

“When was your last job? What do you do for a living? When is the last time you gave something to someone without expecting something in return, and I don’t mean the blowjob you gave Max last week. I mean, really, when have you ever done anything to benefit the world you live in? I’m guessing never.”

“Why are you so mean?”

“You came at me, Oona. You approached me thinking I’m some doormat looking to get f****d by Max and you were hoping it would piss him off but all it’s done is piss me off. You’re a nobody without your daddy’s money. You’re nothing. You’re less than nothing. For the record, your security guard is only f*****g you for the money. I bet right now, he’s f*****g someone else back in Atlanta and talking about how after he marries you and then divorces you, he and his mistress will live off the benefits of the prenup.” Lark c****d her head as tears streamed down the woman’s face, her mascara running at the brutal delivery of Lark’s commentary. “Huh, who knew despite all the work done in your face your tear ducts can still work. Impressive.”

Oona turned on her heel and ran away sobbing, jumping into a waiting limousine.

She gave a careless shrug and was about to lean back against the wall when she caught sight of Ollie grinning at her.

“What?”

“There she is.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The girl from high school who would belittle anyone to tears the minute they rubbed you the wrong way.”

“She came at me.”

“Oh, come on, Lark. She came to you to warn you to be careful of Max, yes, probably to piss him off since he ghosted her, but you went right for the throat. I bet the ice princess,” Ollie looked to the car pulling away from the curb, “has never cried so hard in her life nor faced so many harsh truths.”

“She deserved it,” Lark argued and then Ollie was giggling. “What is so funny?”

“Why did she deserve to be ripped to shreds like that? You mocked everything from her clothing to her physical features and the fact she’s a trust fund baby. I mean I’m here for it because she tried to swindle Max, but you really were ruthless.”

“Who was ruthless?” Max and Johan came out of the restaurant.