The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 32

　　It had been a while since Roman had been in a club. Between working, revenge, his father and Evelyn, there wasn't any time left over for anything else.

　　There were queues outside the club when he got out of the taxi but he ignored them to walk to the front.

　　And he ignored Phillip's grin when he met him at the door. That man had been doing that a lot lately and it was getting on his nerves.

　　"Good evening, sir," one of the doormen said as they opened the door for him.

　　He nodded and walked in. It took a moment to adjust to the light and loud music. This place looked like a typical club - grinding bodies on the dancefloor and along the walls. Fuck knew what debauchery was hidden in the dim lighting. And Evelyn was somewhere in that crowd doing whatever the hell she wanted.

　　Phillip followed behind him and pointed to a set of stairs. He noticed the balcony above, which seemed less crowded and would probably be a VIP area. He'd have a better vantage point there.

　　The VIP lounge was nicer than he expected. Comfortable looking sofas were set around tables, and groups or individuals occupied them. It seemed a lot quieter and discreet here.

　　"You didn't have to come in," he said to Phillip as he walked over to the balcony.

　　"Just doing my job, sir," the man answered, and he still had that stupid grin. "I'll get you a drink and then remain unobtrusive as always."

　　This was why he should have run on Thursday night instead of making her sign another contract. Phillip was enjoying this. Evelyn had him making stupid, out of character decisions. This was just as bad as following her to her boyfriend's apartment.

　　As he looked over at the people on the dancefloor, he remembered the dress she had been wearing. How many pairs of those dirty hands would be groping her?

　　It didn't take long to find that answer. One. Just one filthy bastard had his hands on her, and she was enjoying it. The pimply boy held Evelyn from behind as they swayed to the obnoxious music and he couldn't see where his hands were. But Evelyn had a fucking smile on her face.

　　Was this how she behaved with him? Had he been right all along about the nature of their relationship? How could he trust her again after this?

　　"Shall I get her for you?"

　　He hadn't realised how tightly he'd been gripping the railing until Phillip spoke. It was Brendan's neck he wanted to squeeze but that would bring attention he didn't need.

　　"Yes," he said through his teeth.

　　Phillip's grin widened and he could have punched it off his face. Instead, he grabbed the glass in his hand and drank it in one go. Probably a bad idea. He'd already had enough of those at the party.

　　"I'd taken the liberty of booking a room for you so you can talk in private," Phillip said.

　　"You didn't even know I was coming," he pointed out.

　　It felt like Phillip was trying not to laugh when he pointed at a door beside the bar.

　　"There's a hostess there. Just tell her you're with the Smith party."

　　"Smith?"

　　"I can change the booking to Ashfield if you want, but I thought you'd appreciate the anonymity."

　　He frowned as he walked away from his nosy employee and headed to the door he'd been directed to. The hostess smiled as she led him through, and the moment the door closed the loud music from the main club was cut off.

　　The room he was led to also had dim lighting and had music playing from speakers. The setup was similar to the lounge but more intimate. The sofas were close together and the windows had a view of the river.

　　"Shall I bring you a drink while you wait for the rest of the party?" the hostess asked.

　　"No. Thank you."

　　It was only when he was alone that he wondered why he was even going along with Phillip's plan. He should have just dragged her out of there as he had intended. Taken her home and punished her. She'd ruined his whole night, something he had been looking forward to for a long time. This was not the place for that conversation.

　　But then again, he would not have been able to wait until they drove back to her house.

　　The door opened again and the same hostess led a clearly intoxicated Evelyn in on Phillip's arm. The hostess' smile had lost some of its shine as if she had made her judgements already on what was going on.

　　"Shall I bring you something to drink?"