Michael's POV
The moment I stepped onto the pristine golf course, Orton's booming voice cut through the morning air like a foghorn. His arms stretched wide in an exaggerated welcome as he bellowed for everyone within a mile radius to hear.
"There he is! The legendary Michael Jade! Late as always, probably nursing a hangover, but still looking like he stepped off a magazine cover! You never fail to live up to expectations, my friend!"
My jaw clenched as I slid my sunglasses down slightly, meeting his obnoxious grin with a cold stare. "Shut up, Orton," I growled under my breath as we came face to face. The bastard knew exactly how much I despised being put on display, yet he never missed an opportunity to make me the main attraction.
