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Aaron's POV

The low hum of the engine filled the silence as I sat in my car, drumming my fingers against the leather steering wheel. I was waiting for Mason and his wife.

Mason wanted to go to the mall. I already knew why-his wife would be busy shopping, and he'd have nothing to do. So, naturally, he dragged me along to keep himself entertained. I wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but I had no other plans, so I agreed.

A few minutes later, I saw them approaching. Mason walked casually, hands in his pockets, while his wife, Nila, strutted beside him, already chattering about the brands she wanted to check out. I exhaled sharply, unlocking the doors with a press of a button.

Mason slid into the passenger seat, and Nila took the back.

"Finally decided to show up, huh?" Mason teased as he closed the door.

"Shut the fuck up before I leave you both here," I muttered, shifting gears.

He only chuckled, clearly unfazed by my mood.

As soon as we arrived at the mall, Nila barely acknowledged us before heading straight for the Gucci store.

Figures.

Mason and I trailed behind her, stopping at random stores while she dived headfirst into her shopping spree. I watched as she picked up a dress, held it against herself, and then discarded it for another. Mason stood next to her, nodding occasionally, probably just pretending to listen.

This was excruciating.

After what felt like hours, I finally dropped them off and headed home.

I have never spent so much time shopping in my life, and I never will again.

But there was no time to waste. Work was waiting for me.

I went straight to my office, rolling up my sleeves, and got to it.

One more week until the wedding.

The thought made my jaw clench.

This is so fucking annoying.

Let's see how this plays out.

(Time Skip: The Next Day)

My phone buzzed.

It was my father.

"Go pick out a suit for the wedding."

That was all he said before hanging up.

No how are you? No good morning. Just another order barked out like I was an employee and not his son.

Ridiculous.

Why the fuck do I have to do this?

Just as I was about to grab my keys, another message popped up.

Dumbass:
I'm outside.

I sighed.

Me:
Why the fuck are you here?

Dumbass:
Because I can.

Me:
Whatever. Give me a minute.

Dumbass:
I can give you two.

Fucking Mason.

I rolled my eyes, tossed my phone onto the desk, and grabbed my jacket. By the time I stepped outside, one of my bodyguards was already holding the car door open.