Grayson staggered through his front door, his mind spinning like a fidget spinner on too much drink and thoughts that would not go away. The revelation from tonight's encounter at The Velvet Room had shaken him to his core. He tossed his keys onto the console table with more force than necessary, the metal clattering against the wood, then they slid across the wood and onto the floor. Well, they could stay there.
"f**k," he growled, running a hand through his hair. "f**k!"
After Red had left the club, he had stayed and gotten drunk at the bar. In the end Madam V had arranged a car to take him home. He had found out the driver had been the same one who had taken Red home. Her scent had lingered in the back seat. But the driver had turned down every offer of money to tell him where he had
