All Chapters of Married To My Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Grey's POV Work the next day was... off. Awkward as hell, if I'm being honest. I figured it had to be about last night, how could it not be? She probably felt like shit about the whole thing, and if I was being real with myself, I probably overreacted too.She's a fucking adult. Why the hell did I care if she strips at one of the most dangerous clubs in the city, full of God knows what kind of criminals and creeps? She can handle herself. If she gets into trouble, that's on her, not me. That's what I kept telling myself, over and over, like repeating it enough times would actually make it true. But it wasn't working. I was stressed. Genuinely stressed, over something that had nothing to do with me.And for some insane reason, I hated it. Hated the idea of her having to put her body on display for a room full of strangers just to scrape by. The thought alone made me want to put my fist through something, which is not normal. Not okay. I'm her boss. That's it. That's all I'm supposed

Grey's POV I got to the club and asked the guy at the booking desk for Leah."Who?" He looked at me blank."The dancer. Gold eye mask."His face lit up with recognition. "Oh…you mean Foxx?"Foxx. I almost laughed out loud. Corniest fucking stage name I'd ever heard in my life. But I nodded anyway, played along like I'd known that the whole time."She's got a set in about an hour," he said. "Getting ready right now, can't really pull her out for that.""Can I book a private session with her? Right after.""How many minutes you looking for?""How much time does she have left tonight?" I asked instead. "Hours, whatever she's still got to make before she's done."He glanced at his screen, scrolling. "She's got three more hours on the clock. Needs to clear at least four fifty before she can head out.""Book the private session for the full three hours," I told him. "I'll cover whatever's left on top of that."He didn't even blink, just started typing it up like guys dropped tha

Grey's POVI'd been sitting across from my father for almost twenty minutes now, half-listening to him go on and on about the new subsidiary. Said he wanted to talk business when he called me over, but so far all he'd actually brought up was the wedding... again, and again, circling back to it every couple of minutes like some broken record. Which was weird, honestly, because he seemed more hyped about this marriage than I was, and I'm the one who's supposed to be walking down whatever aisle this ends up being. Barely a word about the actual subsidiary this whole time. Sus as fuck, if you ask me.I had my phone in my hand, only catching maybe every third sentence, throwing out a nod whenever it felt appropriate. My brain kept drifting back to Leah. Which made zero sense considering we'd already fucked ones. I don't linger. Never have. Once we've had sex, that's usually the end of it for me, interest just dries up fast, always has. I figured I'd wake up the next morning and just be don

Claire's POV It'd been a full week since the fire, and I still hadn't gone back to work. Grey had actually been decent about it, told me to come back whenever I was fully recovered, didn't put a timeline on it or anything. Which, honestly, probably wasn't him being some saint about it.. more likely he figured I wasn't going anywhere anyway, not now that I'd lost one entire source of income overnight. Smart bet on his part. Asshole.Physically I was fine. No burns, no injuries, nothing you could point to and go "there, that's why she's not okay." But I hadn't left my apartment in days, and every time I thought about going outside my chest just locked up. Because none of that… the gunshots, the fire, the locked door… none of it felt random. It didn't feel like some gang thing gone wrong or bad luck or a coincidence. It felt targeted. It felt like somebody wanted one specific person dead that night, and that person was me.I shook the thought off, again, the way I'd been shaking it of

Grey's POVI stared at Felix for a long second before I said anything."What does that have to do with me?"He blinked, clearly not expecting that."That's Leah's business," I said. "I'm pretty sure she's already aware I'm engaged." I gave him a look. "And if what you're saying is true... you'd have proof. Show me."He didn't have anything ready, just stood there with his jaw working, and I walked past him without waiting for whatever half-assed answer he was gonna scrape together.I headed toward the meeting room, but my head wasn't in it. Not even a little. All I could think about was what the hell Felix and Reine were actually planning, whether he had real evidence or was just running his mouth to get under my skin, and if he wasn't bluffing, what that meant for Leah. Because if this blew up, it was gonna blow up on her, not me. She'd take the hit. Because of me.I sat down for the meeting and spent the entire hour blaming myself, barely tracking a word anyone said. She told me she