Lex's POV
I let out a long, irritated sigh as I pulled into the parking lot of the golf club, tires crunching over the pristine gravel. The place looked the same as always, manicured lawns stretching forever, white flags snapping in the breeze, the faint scent of freshly cut grass, and money hanging in the air.
I hated it.
Golf had never been my thing. Too many rules designed to make grown men pretend they weren't competing while they absolutely were.
But Dad loved it. Called it "bonding time." Said it was where real decisions got made, over putts and polite small talk instead of boardroom tables. So here I was, dressed in the required white polo and khaki shorts, golf bag slung over my shoulder like some obedient son.
I'd skipped the last six outings with increasingly cre
