Page 9 of Chandelier Sin
My beachside condo in Playa del Rey suited me just fine with its ocean view. I didn’t want or need anything more.
“I’m on standby to create something cool for you.” He beamed at the thought of it. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Having Greyson Grantchester as my architect was appealing but he was way out of my price range. Taking advantage of his generosity wasn’t something I could do, but I appreciated the offer.
Jake ordered the Dom to leave. The Dom refused.
The promise of a fight was not exactly the scheduled entertainment for the evening.
If they fought, Jake would take the guy down. That’s what you got when you wrestled with a retired pro-football player with the physicality of Jake Carrington.
“At the far end of Pendulum,” I pointed in that direction, “there’s a private bar that leads to a hallway. I think there’s a hidden door down there.”
“Intriguing.” He looked at me. “How do you figure that?”
“I was right behind another guest. They disappeared.”
“I’ll take a look.”
“Don’t go anywhere near that end alone.”
“Know something else I don’t?”
I decided to change the subject. “How’s Amelia?”
“Fine.”
Even though we’d both fucked Amelia a few weeks back at Jake’s house, Greyson had stolen her away from Carrington. Anyway, she was a safer subject than what went on behind closed doors at Pendulum.
“How did it go?” I pushed to hear the details.
Greyson squeezed his eyes shut. “Glad that’s behind me.”
“How did Jake take the news you stole his sub?”
“He nearly strangled me to death.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah, I know you’re into that. Me, not so much.”
“How did you leave it with him?”
He winced. “As you can imagine, he wasn’t too happy about it. But he came around when I told him how I feel about her.”
That amused me. Greyson was the “quirky intellectual” who never seemed like he’d settle down. Generational wealth looked good on him. It meant he could focus on his passion projects and never worry about the boring aspects of life.
I was happy for him.
From what I could tell, Jake had been into Amelia—as much as he could be considering he bored easily. His passion for football had left him thriving in adrenaline-soaked events. Chasing after them, too.
We had both been fans of Jake’s career long before we’d met him. Being friends now made life all the richer.
“Where’s Amelia?” I asked. “Is she here?”
“Thought it best to keep her away,” he admitted. “For now.”
“Probably a good thing.”
