The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets
Damian started the car, and eased us out of Green Oak Mansion.
As the city lights blurred past, I took the opportunity to browse the internet about the club we were heading to.
The Velvet Lounge.
Washington’s most exclusive rooftop club, known for its live jazz, fine cocktails, and a guest list that read like a Forbes article. Not bad.
“Relax, Nathaniel,” Eloise said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
Damian chuckled. “It’s your birthday, not a business meeting. Try to enjoy it.”
Maybe, for once, they were right. I tucked away my phone and exhaled.
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