Maximus POV
I can’t believe this is happening.
Of all the ridiculous things I’ve done, this one definitely takes the cake. What the hell was I thinking, letting Raymond talk me into this? I look more like a fugitive on the run than a billionaire.
People are staring. A lot. And honestly? I can’t blame them. If I were in their shoes, I’d be suspicious too. Hell, I half-expect security to show up any second and politely escort me out—or maybe not so politely.
I glance over my shoulder. Raymond is still in the car, waving like an overexcited kid at the circus. He flashes me a big, stupid thumbs-up. I respond with the obvious—flipping him off.
Of course, that only makes him laugh harder. He rolls up the window, revs the engine like he’s starring in some action movie, and then squeals
