Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 72

Glenda's

POV

Club Heaven had to open the second dance floor every night since it opened. Somehow, Matt had known to overstock everything because he'd had to place another order for alcohol, marijuana, and nearly every other recreational drug the club offered. I recognized

most of them and I had a feeling that Blooming Vibes would be running into a supply issue pretty soon.

I had never realized how true it was that Midnight was a pack for tourism and fun until it was time to open the club's doors at night. Based on how pleased Matt seemed about how things were going, he was making money hand over fist, but I wasn't sure how much. I didn't know how I felt about realizing that there was so much money to be made from a club that didn't involve selling s*x. I kept waiting for it to slip back into a brothel of some sort, but it never happened. Some people helped run the s*x dungeons beneath the club, but they were paid for engaging in BDSM scenes with people and training people who were interested in it, not to sleep with them.

Part of me wondered if it was something that Matt was interested in or if it had been some strange sort of gift to Felix.

If he wasn't making enough money at night from wild parties and pulsing music, Club Heaven was open during the day as an upscale brunch, lunch, and dinner restaurant. The poles and water cages were hidden away and without the fluorescent and black lights, the space looked open and airy. Within a few days, it had become a hit among the upper class of Midnight. From what Owen told me about bussing tables and listening to the people eating, a lot of people were excited about having wholesome brunches in the same space that they had spent the night getting hot and sweaty in.

I don't think I would ever understand the draw, but Matt seemed to.

If I was a little embarrassed and pleased that one of the stars of the menu was made with Cocoa Madness, no one could blame me.

I was sitting in the re-done office in the back of the club when a knock sounded on the door. Emoni looked up from where she was seated taking a typing class on the laptop Matt had bought her as the man came in.

He gave us a slight smile, "The Midnight police are here."

I looked over at Emoni who stood and adjusted her jacket. Officially, she was Matt's right hand during the day. Matt had established the chain of command with ease with the two of us acting on his behalf when necessary.

"I'll speak to them," Emoni said. I stood and went with her, unwilling to let her face them alone if it was a trap set by Mordecai or someone else in power.

There had been times at Larry's where a group of officers from Warhammer's police force came, caused a bit of trouble, and got to indulge as they pleased because it was just easier to appease them than have actual trouble with the police. Everyone in Warhammer knew that Larry's wasn't working completely in the light of the law.

I could only imagine that these officers were hoping to use their usual tactics to get better treatment. What they could want was beyond me. It was the middle of the day and the place was full of people enjoying brunch. I doubted they were here to try and get a few free cups of Cocoa Madness.

The police officers had been corralled into one of the private rooms on the first floor as to not disturb the guests who were being served. I caught sight of Owen pushing a cart of dirty dishes with a little smile on his face. He seemed so relaxed. He had been nervous the first day, but it had faded so quickly. It seemed that he'd started to realize that Matt was a man of his word.

He grinned at me, wiggled his eyebrows, and kept going. I laughed at his playfulness. I could only imagine what it was like to be doing such a normal job after the years he'd spent as a prostitute. I hoped one day I would be able to experience the same. "How can I help you, gentlemen?" Emoni asked.

They looked at her with a leer and licked their lips, "I could think of a few ways."

My heart lurched.

"Club Heaven does not offer such services. If you were interested in a brothel, I would be happy to give you directions to Sinner's Haven."

He snorted, palming his crotch as he shifted, "I don't need directions to Sinner's Haven. We're here to audit the business. Standard procedure."

I knew for sure that even if they were here for something standard that they weren't going to just do that. More than likely, they'd accuse Matt of doing something wrong and try to hold it over our heads. "Do you have a warrant from Alpha Asra?" Emoni asked, "I'll need to give it to our security."

Their eyes bulged. One of them stood, glaring at us, "Listen, bitch. Don't think just because you're wearing a longer skirt, you've become better than what you are. You're a whore, Cindy. You know the score."

I swallowed; a tremor of fear went through me as I wasn't sure what to say. What were we supposed to do? Alyssa was sleeping, so there was no hope to rely on her, and Matt had left earlier to handle something before some meeting he was supposed to have later. I clenched my fists and tried to think of something, glancing out the door.

"It's Grace," she said plainly. "And I am the acting manager. Your warrant, gentlemen?"

"I don't need a warrant," he stood, stomping towards us. "Acting manager, my a*s."

I was about to back up and pull Emoni away when a man seemingly stepped out of the shadows, cutting off the officer. I relaxed seeing the familiar crest of the club's security, sourced from Warhammer Guard. I wasn't sure if it was a business that Matt owned, but I bet it was. The officer reeled back. His eyes widened before he grit his teeth.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Security," he replied. "If you were here on official business, you would have a warrant. As you are not, I'm going to report you to your superiors for harassment and abuse of your badge. Get out."

He sneered looking as though he thought he would be better off fighting the guard. His gaze dropped to the gun on the guard's hip and huffed.

"Let's go." He said and the rest of the group stood. "We'll be back with a warrant, and I'll be sure to be thorough."

"We'll be waiting to receive you with an escort," the guard said tersely.

The officers left with a glare, and I let out a deep sigh of relief. The guard turned to them.

"I'm going to have to report this to Mr. Wallber."

I nodded and Emoni pat my shoulder, "As expected."

We headed back to the office and I felt like I was going to melt into the couch. I looked over at Emoni who didn't seem affected at all.

"How... were you so calm?"

She grinned, "Looks like you need a stronger stomach too."

I laughed as the paging system buzzed with a call from the host.

"Ms. Grace, Ms. Warrington is here for the noon meeting?"

Emoni leaned over and pressed the comm button, "Send her back." "Who is that?"

The name was familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

"Melissa Warrington is an actress. She's working out a move-premier after-party deal here at Club Heaven."

I was a little amazed. I hadn't watched movies before, but I could at least understand that it was a big deal that she wanted to have her party here.

"What's the movie about?"

Emoni shrugged, "No clue. Help me search before she gets here."

I laughed and pulled out my phone, searching the name. The first thing that popped up was a tabloid article wasn't until she came into the room that I realized why she was familiar. Melissa Warrington was in the newest thriller romance. I didn't bother to skim the plot, but I watched the trailer.

As far as I could tell, it was mostly a movie about s*x, but what did I know?

Emoni shuffled some pages and answered the phone as a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," I called.

The door opened and Melissa Warrington strode in.

"Matt, don't you think it's a bit rude to-"

She entered and stopped in the doorway, looking at the mostly empty office. Her teasing smile turned cold and hard as she looked at Emoni then her gaze drifted over to me. She sneered at me and closed the door behind her.

Emoni hung up the phone. Before she could speak to Melissa, Melissa scoffed.

"So, you're the whore he picked up at Larry's."