Page 59 of Hollywood Comes Home

Casually leaving as not to alarm anyone in the room, I closed the door softly behind me and turned to Dragon. He escorted me to the VIP area in the main showroom. As we wandered through the crowd, people attempted to speak to me, but I stuck close to Dragon, making sure I was aware of my surroundings.

I wonder if they’re back together!I heard a woman shout at someone next to her.

He came here to see his ex dance!Another yelled over the music as we passed.

Smirking, I stepped past the rope, scooting into the booth. With sunglasses on, no one could see my eyes, so I could watch the crowd until Amber got on stage. Within seconds, she appeared in front of me. Smiling, she placed the bottle service on the table, arranging it neatly.

The others were still elsewhere, so I took a risk. Slipping out, I stood, gripping her hips. Trailing my eyes down to her perky cleavage, I rolled my tongue over my bottom lip. I drank in her perfect body.

She’d changed into a silver, O-Ring, low cut mini dress, with matching gladiator platform sandals. With lust in my eyes, I ran my fingertips over her back, just above where the fabric stopped at the top of her rear. I didn’t want to take my eyes or hands off her.

“What are you doing, baby?” she hissed. “People are looking over here.”

“Let them.”

Yanking her into my frame, I broke the most important law of Club Euphoria. Crashing my lips into hers, I probed her mouth with my tongue, running my hands up and down her back. In a trance, I couldn’t stop. I no longer cared who was watching. She was mine, and I was making sure everyone in that fucking club knew.

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REVELATION

AMBER

The next few days sped by. Chance and I were doing great. He was back to his old self, though I could tell something dark still lurked within him. He never acted out, but he also never discussed it with me. I just made sure he knew I was there for him.

I’d been working in Ian’s office during the day, assisting Alejandro with whatever it was Ian wanted us doing. Just like his home, Alejandro was OCD about cleanliness and organization in the office as well. At times, I even wondered why Ian had hired me to help.

After Chance went to sleep at night, I’d stay up reading Dark Souls. We agreed not to speak about Alejandro again. He couldn’t stand discussing him, and I didn’t want to.

The book wasn’t that long, but it was involved and intense. Every page lured me in so deep, sometimes I’d read them twice. By the end, it was clear why Alejandro was so emotionally attached to the story. Between the fifteen-million-dollar home and ten luxury cars, it was hard to believe he derived from poverty. I’d gotten nosy and looked his address up online.

Last night, I laid awake all night trying to understand why anyone would kill someone because they didn’t want to be with them. If my dad had ever done that to my mom, I would never be able to speak to him again. Needless to say, I was shocked when he defended his own father’s actions.

But who killed his father? Now my mind was spinning. Revenge killing, maybe? As much as I was suspicious of him, no one should ever have to endure what he went through.

“Amber, can you come in here for a sec?”

Startled, I leapt out of my skin when I heard Ian’s voice carry across the hallway into Jenna’s office. I’d just gotten to the club about thirty minutes ago and was spending some time playing with Dylan while hanging out with Jenna before I got busy.

“Be right back.” Smiling, I ruffled Dylan’s black curls, then sauntered to Ian’s office.

“Close the fucking door,” he snapped, searching through a tall stack of papers on his desk.

Obeying, I shut the door, closing off the rest of the world from us. Creeping toward his desk, I fidgeted, unsure if I was about to be yelled at. “What’s wrong?”

“Where is it, Amber?” He tossed papers to the side then thumbed through other folders. Marching to a pair of filing cupboards disguised within the cabinets beneath the dark built-in bookcases, he yanked open a drawer. “I’ve looked everywhere.”

“Where is what?” Confused, I inched closer. “Everything should be in alphabetical order.”

“The folder on the warehouse?” He slammed the drawer closed.

“You were never specific with me about that one, so I don’t know which one it is.”

“It would be under the letter M.”

“Okay, may I?” I lifted my chin toward the cabinet.

Throwing out a hand, he spat, “Be my guest.”

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