The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 64

Max grinned at Johan who was staring at his cell phone as if begging for it to chime. “You have it bad.” They were sitting in his father’s office and Grady and Olivier were both in a heated discussion on the other side of the room. “She still hasn’t answered your text?”

Johan ignored him and went back to working on his laptop. “We need to figure out the marketing for the next release.”

“Or we could talk about your new girlfriend.”

Johan shot a nervous look in Grady’s direction. “Not here, man. Sawyer already sent me a text message saying he wants to meet me for a drink later.”

“Shit.”

They both watched as Grady and Olivier walked further away and were whispering to one another.

Johan quickly hissed, “I walked her and her dad back to their car last night. Then I texted her and she invited me over to talk but made it clear it was only to talk. She wanted to know more about her sister and her new family and who better to ask than me.”

“Right.”

“We talked for a bit and then I told her I should get going and at the door I kissed her goodnight.”

“So just a kiss?”

“She f*****g jumped me like one of those little hopping spiders which bounce all over the place. I kissed her but then she was going for my belt buckle. Told me it’s been a year since she was last naked with a guy.”

“So not the good girl she’s portraying.”

“Oh, she is. She’s as southern belle as you get, all manners and kindness and a heart of gold. Bar none, she is the nicest person I’ve ever met. She’s also sinful as f**k in the sheets. I woke up this morning in her bed and she was sucking me off, Max. She initiated s*x with me this morning not the other way around. Then her father, Sawyer, stopped in to check on her because she called off for the day saying she was feeling emotional and wanted to process about going to meet Lark later. Do you know how happy he was to see me in her bathrobe?”

“Oh, f**k no,” Max chuckled.

“I was wearing her pink fuzzy bathrobe in her kitchen getting a glass of water because I was dehydrated as hell, and he let himself in.”

Max was roaring now with laughter.

“Laugh it up buddy. Your girlfriend doesn’t even have her own place yet. She’s still living in her childhood bedroom. You think it’s going to be smooth sailing for you when Nana Prue barges in and gives you pointers on what you’re doing wrong. The woman is brutal.”

“She can stay with me. I’ll convince Lark to move in with me instead of staying in her old bedroom.”

Johan was wide-eyed, “you only started dating. She recently broke up with her ex. You’re going to ask her to move in with you?”

“Why not?”

“It’s a little fast.”

“It’s not. It’s perfect. We are perfect for one another.”

“She’s not going to agree.”

“What do you mean?” Max was confused.

“Dude, she loves you, but you only reconnected with her three weeks ago. You’re also forgetting she didn’t speak to you for twelve years and,” he lowered his voice ever further, “you ditched her to f**k a cheerleader and the cheerleader’s boyfriend tried to rape her.”

“I want him dead. I tried to talk to her about its last night and she said to leave it in the past,” Max flicked stormy dark eyes in Johan’s direction and was happy to see his were as angry. “I tried to ask Riggs about it earlier, but he said he had another problem to deal with and couldn’t talk but I’m going to find him and I’m going to end him.”

“Good.” Johan nodded his agreement despite the fact neither of them were capable of such things.

Max’s phone rang and he grimaced, “not this again.”

“Who is it?”

“Oona.”

“Oona? Again? What is her deal?”

“I don’t know. She wants to see me, but I can’t be bothered.” He stilled as he looked at the video, she sent him and then closed his eyes, “are you f*****g kidding me?” The words barely left his lips as he continued to watch in horror the screen on his phone.

After several seconds, Johan looked up from his laptop, “What?”

“She videoed us having s*x,” his chest was aching as he struggled to catch his breath as a second clip came through.” The crazy b***h had more than one camera in her hotel room.”

“What?” Johan grabbed the phone from his shaking hands and hit play, turning the volume down low so the other two men in the room didn’t hear the sounds of a woman’s orgasm. “Holy s**t. Why?”

“Blackmail. She wants me to give her family fifty million dollars, or this hits the internet.”

“Oh f**k,” Johan met his eyes.

“What are you going to do?”