Don’t Fall for Your Best Friend (Magnolia Ridge #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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“You guys should. That would be great.”

“Brock is working on something special. Hopefully, it takes off like Horny Goat has.”

She smiles at me. “I’m sure it will.” She focuses on the passing scenery outside the window. “Will anyone be at Club Greed? I can wait in the car.”

“No, you can come in. Ledger knows I’m stopping by, so he’ll be there. And maybe a bartender or two setting up for the night. No big deal.”

“Ledger Thorne?” I can hear it in Hartford’s voice. She knows the quiet billionaire from all the tabloids that love telling stories about the owner of Club Greed, and his friends. “Will his twin brother, Roman, be there? Have you met the Thorne twins?”

I quirk a smile. “Of course I have. Met Devereaux Huxley too.”

“Oh my god. Will he be there?”

Devereaux Huxley is the owner of Club Greed, and the man I met with to secure the beer account for Atta Boy. It was around the time his club was getting bad publicity about the murders of a few women who worked there. Huxley was the prime suspect, and I was nervous I might say something stupid, like ask him if he was the one killing the Greedy Girls.

I guess I have been nervous before in my life, but I’d never let Hartford know about it.

As I navigate down the winding road that twists and turns through the thick woods, anticipation builds with every passing moment. The dense foliage shields the club from prying eyes, adding an air of mystery and exclusivity.

As we finally approach the entrance, the grandeur of the establishment becomes immediately apparent. The imposing structure looms large before us, resembling more a grandiose estate than a mere sex nightclub.

"It's breathtaking," Hartford remarks, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Almost like a luxury resort."

I nod in agreement. Club Greed is a statement of wealth and refinement. Its reputation precedes it, drawing in crowds eager to experience its lavish lifestyle.

The exterior is adorned with creeping vines that snake their way up the weathered brick walls, adding a touch of organic beauty to the otherwise imposing structure. A majestic fountain commands attention at the forefront, its cascading water lending an air of serenity to the bustling scene.

I park my Jeep out front, grabbing the slim keg and tap handle from the back of my Jeep.

When we step inside the welcoming foyer, we’re greeted by Adele behind the front desk.

“Paxton, Ledger told me you were stopping by,” Adele says, smiling at both of us. “I’ll let him know you’re here, and you can head on back.”

“Thanks, Adele.” I quickly introduce Adele to Hartford, letting Hartford know Adele’s one of the managers here.

Adele stands tall on her stilettos as she comes around the desk to shake Hartford’s hand. “So nice to meet the infamous Hartford. Your boy talks about you a lot.”

I do a small shake of my head at Hartford. “Lies.”

Adele shakes her head smiling, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders as she shakes her head. “All the time.”

Hartford beams. “I hope it’s all good things.”

“The best.” Adele nods. “Head on back. Ledger will be down in a few.”

As we walk through the hallway to the open area with the bar, Hartford leans closer.

“Devereaux Huxley doesn’t run things?”

“He just had a baby with the detective who was leading the Greedy Girl murders investigation.”

“Wow, that’s insane.”

“Yeah, she went undercover as a Greedy Girl and they fell in love.”

“I love that story,” Hartford sing-songs, holding her hands up to her chest. “The Greedy Girls work in the club?”

“Yeah, they’re the host of the rooms. I’ve never been here during club hours.”

“What happens in the rooms?”

I shrug. “Kinky shit, I’m sure.” Before we can talk more, Ledger appears at the bottom of the white marble staircase.

"Paxton," his deep voice resonates through the air. "How are you?" He strides closer, and I extend my hand as he approaches. "And who might this be?" His gaze shifts to Hartford, curious.

"This is Hartford," I introduce, feeling a sense of pride in the moment. Adele wasn’t lying. I do talk about Hartford a lot.

"Nice to meet you, Hartford," Ledger acknowledges, extending his hand in greeting.

"Hello," Hartford responds in a quiet voice, her demeanor betraying a hint of awe in the presence of such a powerful man.

Billionaire.

Definitely swimming in pussy.

I'm certain this man could have his pick of any woman he desires. He probably has countless admirers vying for his attention every day. I can't help but notice Hartford's gaze lingering on him, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous. But I get it. I think the first time I met him I was struck with envy.

After a few minutes of small talk, Hartford leaves to sit on a nearby white couch while I check the beer kegs behind the bar. I drop the slim keg behind the bar, and make sure they have enough beer to get through the weekend. I hand Ledger the Horny Goat IPA tap handle, and he holds it like I’ve just given him a gold brick.


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