Wolfe's POV.

“You know, you could tell this girl you love her and get married.”

I looked up as Stephan joined me at my personal spot at the VVIP section, signaling to a waiter to get him an extra glass. “Problem solved.”

I glared at him over the rim of my vodka glass. Why was it so hard to drink privately when I really wanted to? The last time, it was Mackenzie and her drama. And what the hell was Ashton going on about?

“It's a suggestion.” He continued, ...