DOUG’s POV

We walked to the car and Mikey kept smirking at me.

“What the fuck is it with you motherfucker?”

He held his chest, tilted his head, and smiled.

“Doug? You are cursing? Wow, wish I had that in recording.”

I grinned and shook my head.

“Will you drive?”

I asked and he held my hands.

“Do you want me to?”

“Bro, get the fuck away from me, man.”

I softly pushed his hands away and he looked around.

“Where do you want to go to babe?”

“Get the fuck outta my face, man.”

I said and walked away, and he laughed hard. He opened the door for me...