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“I’m not even thirty yet, Dad. Calm the fuck down.”
“And a Dufort. A multi-billionaire who will end up a dirty wealthy playboy if you don’t start planning ahead. Don’t step into your thirties unmarried. Before you know it, you’ll be forty and the options will be limited. Honestly, Aidan, it’s not a good look.”
He scrunched his nose. “You need to drop this, Dad. All of my money and assets are in a trust. None of it is at risk. Who I fuck—which I need no permission to do, by the way—is not anyone’s business.”
When Andrew went to speak, he held up a hand.
“If I bring a hooker home, then by all means, slap me around the chops, but I’ve never brought anyone home to meet my family,” Aidan continued, crossing his arms. “Marriage is the furthest thing from my mind right now, and I’m not going to start looking for a bride because you are riding my ass.”
His father had leaned forward. “You don’t have the life experience yet to understand how these things can impact your life. Look at Logan. Zoe almost cost him his company. Twice.”
Yeah, well, Logan had been pussy whipped by that bitch.
He wasn’t Logan.
Although right now, Aidan wasn’t so sure after a night with Lily. Fortunately, he was the one doing the whipping.
Figuratively, as he hadn’t brought any with him.
They climbed off the cart and lined up their shots.
Blake went first.
“Where’s Mom?” Aidan asked.
“Christine stayed behind at the hotel with Olivia.”
Aidan nodded.
At breakfast, Olivia had announced she wouldn’t join the girls for SUP yoga at Lanikai Beach after a long night with the baby.
Fletcher had rubbed his eyes while Olivia reminded him that he’d slept four hours and she’d had only thirty minutes.
“I think she’s ready for some grandbabies,” Andrew added.
Blake let out a snort beside him.
“I’m sure Emma will be popping them out soon,” Aidan said, undoing his Velcro golf gloves and doing them back up.
Unnecessarily.
“Are you dating anyone, Blake?” Andrew asked.
Aidan burst into laughter.
“Ah. Am I dating?” Blake asked, twisting his Nike cap awkwardly.
“It’s a simple question,” Andrew replied, crossing his arms.
“Dad, he’s twenty-three,” Aidan replied as Blake shot him a look that screamedhelp.
Jacob took his shot, and they were all momentarily distracted.
“And it’s a hole in...not one. Goddamn it,” Jacob cried.
When they turned back, his father was still staring at them.
“Right. Dating. Who am I dating?” Blake said, still fiddling with his cap.
