Fucking baby.
Fucking Courtney.
I throw back another tequila.
“Time to go.”
“No, thanks, Mom.I’m buying a business.”I message Colt again and he sends me another clown emoji.
Goddamn him.
I push the green button, and it rings.
And rings.
Finally, Colt answers.“Zander, go home.”
“Accept my offer.Ten mill.”
“I’m not selling you the club.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because you’re trashed, and something is up with you.”His voice is muffled, like he wiped his hand over his face.
“Nothing is up.I’m rich, sexy, and handsome.Fine, one hundred and twenty mill.”
That’s quite a leap up in offer, but I want to get this deal done tonight.
“You’re lucky you’re one of my best friends, or I’d take that offer and have you sign the paperwork before morning.”Colt mutters something about me being an idiot.
It’s true, he would.
“Throw another hundred mill on the offer, and we can be partners,” Dereck says, then lets out a moan as the redhead goes down on him again.“Jesus, we can’t lose this place.”
I point my finger at him.“My point exactly!This place is priceless.A clean billion.Take it or leave it.”
“Go home,” Colt growls.“And I’m turning my phone off.”
Spoiled sport.
My phone goes dead, and I glance around.I don’t want to participate.Courtney has broken my dick.
I should tell her.That’s what I need to do.I need to tell her right now.
As if Terrance can read my mind, he shakes his head at me.
He knows.
I know he knows.
But he’s been loyal to me for almost ten years, and I love the son of a bitch.
“You want me to buy you a business, Terrance?”I kick my feet up on the table, feeling sentimental.“You could get a nanny and have more sniveling kids.”
Freddie snorts, but I know he’s on my driver’s side.The meanies.
“Nope.I want you to get your ass in the car so I can take you home and then go home to my wife and make love to her,” Terrance says.
