Chapter 326. Paul and Madison: 3

Paul’s POV

“Oh, fuck off, Dante,” I chuckled. “You can’t take a mulligan on every single hole.”

Dutton and Nathan are laughing their asses off.

“I told you, I’m not a golfer,” Dante said, teeing up his shot. “You need to give me a mulligan or a shot differential.”

Nathan coughed the word ‘pussy’.

“Very funny, Nathan,” Dante scowled.

At least we’re done after this hole. Honestly, we were drinking more than we were playing. Well, except for Nathan. He kept looking at the tracker on his phone.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Where Amelie is,” he grinned.

“Man, you have it bad, huh?” I questioned as we got into the golf cart.