MAX'S POV
Okay, it was official.
Jason was a lovesick idiot.
Even in his intoxicated state, the only thing on his mind was Ella.
Not his company.
Not his reputation.
His vengeful, nightmare-inducing wife.
It was like he forgot she was on a personal mission to make his life a living hell.
At 7 PM sharp, Jason's assistant called me, sounding stressed out of his mind.
"Sir, Mr. King is in a foul mood today… and, um, he just walked into a bar."
Great.
Because that's exactly what we need—Jason getting wasted while already on Ella's bad side.
So, like the good friend that I was, I dragged Dylan along to go retrieve our newly married dumbass.
By the time we got there?
Jason was already three drinks in, sulking over his wife.
And let me tell you—drunk Jason was a whole experience.
First, he was muttering to himself about how "stupid Jake" was flirting with Ella.
Then, he started complaining about how Ella was his wife.
