We are on our way to one of our clubs, Club Maximus, to do some administrative work. I hate every second of it, but it’s how these places run as well as they do. It’s one of the biggest clubs I own. It’s in an old warehouse, so we have a lot of space for two bars, two dance floors, lots of seating, a DJ, and my newest addition soon is going to be dancers. People lined up for miles to get in any day of the week.
He chuckles. “What’s your problem?”
“Ryder. Ryder is my f*****g problem,” I snap and then take a deep breath. It wasn’t Gage’s fault. “He’s an asshole.”
“I thought he came up to apologize last night,” he says with a frown over his mirrored sunglasses.
“He apologized, all right,” I reply. With his tongue down my throat.
“Okay,” Gage says slowly. “Then what’s wrong?”
I whip into
