The Addendum (The Contract #3) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Contract Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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I pushed the automatic door opener and stepped outside, stopping in shock at the sight before me.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Maddox grinned, striking a pose. “Old-fashioned golfing attire.”

I shook my head. He wore an argyle vest overtop a collared white shirt. The shirt was tucked into golf knickers—pants that ended at the knee. Covering his calves were a pair of jaunty matching argyle socks. There were fringes on his shoes. A cap on his head.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Aiden was dressed to match.

Maddox, with his long, lean build, carried it off. Aiden looked like a sausage stuffed into a tight casing. His massive arms and chest stretched the argyle, distorting the pattern. The pants looked as if they were painted on, and his socks barely reached the bottom of his pants, his knees half exposed.

I started to laugh.

“You two are fucking ridiculous.”

Maddox grinned, holding out a bag. “I got you one too.”

“Not on your life,” I replied.

“We’re all wearing them. Reed keeps calling us the old guys, so we’re dressing the part.”

Aiden cracked his knuckles. “Then we’ll kick his ass. Show him who’s old.”

“You cannot tell me that Bentley agreed to wear that getup.”

“Bentley’s not on our team. Reed picked him for his side.”

“Reed picked Bentley over me? I’m going to be his father-in-law.”

“He picked Halton over Van. The boy is competitive.”

“I’m a good golfer.”

“Not as good as Bentley.”

“I’m switching teams. I am not wearing that.”

“Nope—no switching. You’re with us.”

“Jesus Murphy,” Bentley said loudly as he walked closer, dressed in a polo shirt and dark pants, much like me. My polo shirt was cool, though, with a pattern. Bentley’s was plain white. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“That’s what I said,” I mumbled. I spoke louder. “By the way, you’re on their team now. Reed changed his mind.”

Bentley laughed. “Nope. He wants to win, so he picked me.”

“It’s supposed to be about fun.”

Maddox scoffed. “It’s all about the pot and the bragging rights. He threw over his father and father-in-law–to-be for the money. Put on your uniform and let’s go.”

“I am not wearing that monstrosity.”

Katy slipped her hand into mine. “Go and change, Richard. Then have fun.”

“Katy—”

She interrupted me. “You’ll rock it. You know you will.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek, dragging her lips to my ear. “I guarantee you a hole in one when you get home.”

“Do I have to wear the socks?”

“Yes,” Maddox replied dryly. “The whole outfit.”

“I’m withdrawing my blessing for this wedding,” I muttered, stalking into the house.

Aiden called after me. “I don’t think Reed ever asked for it.”

Five minutes later, I looked in the mirror and had to laugh. I looked ridiculous, but it would make Katy smile, and today would be fun.

But I was going to get even with Reed for choosing Bentley over me. I was sure I could get Van in on it as well.

The boy was going down.

7

RICHARD

There were sixteen of us for golf. Four foursomes up to no good. Maddox, Aiden, Van, and I all wore the ridiculous golf uniform Maddox picked out for us. Built larger like Aiden, Van at least wore his in the right size. Everything about Aiden’s was too tight.

Bentley’s team wore the usual polo shirt and dark pants. Liam’s team all wore shorts. Hunter’s team was dressed like carpenters. We picked names, created games, and then proceeded to make fools of ourselves, enjoying every moment. There were golf cart races, made-up scores, and shenanigans galore. Even Bentley cheated more than once, nudging Aiden’s ball into the water, which made Aiden bend low to pick it up.

We all heard the loud rending of his pants. He stood so fast, he lost his balance, falling into the water and pulling Van with him who had gone to help. Sixteen grown men all laughing and falling to the ground in amusement brought management over with the quiet suggestion we had played enough for the day.

Not really caring about playing, we drove to the clubhouse, my cart edging out Reed’s for the win. Aiden and Van took off their sweaters and socks, buying shorts at the shop, and we retired to the clubhouse and ran up a huge tab since Bentley was paying for it. Food and drinks abounded. Advice I knew Reed would ignore was offered, discussed, and dismissed.

“Remember, you’re the boss.” Aiden smirked.

“Cami give you permission to say that?” Reed retorted with a grin, picking up a dripping nacho chip and eating it.

Aiden laughed. “She lets me think it on occasion.”

“Just do what she says. Life is easier that way,” Hunter advised.

“Yeah, like you obey Ava so well,” Ronan goaded.

“She thinks I do, and that’s all that matters,” he replied back. Then he sighed. “And my Little Dragon is usually right in the first place, but I don’t tell her that.”

We all laughed.



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