"I've put fresh clothes for you on the bed, okay? Yell if you need anything. I'll be outside with Dante," I told Emmett.
He wanted to take a shower before sleeping. After our heated moment back there, he felt woozy. He had to use his inhaler. I might have gotten too far with him, but f**k, it felt amazing.
"Thank you," he smiled at me before walking in the bathroom. I closed it and headed to where Dante was, with a drink in his hand. He looked pissed, to say the least.
"What is it?" I asked him, sitting down.
"It was your father," he said not looking at me.
"What?" I knew exactly what he meant.
"Remember he made a proposition to us about introducing strippers in the club?" I nodded, groaning. I should have seen this coming. "Well, he wants to suck the company and the club dry until w
