Billionaire Boys Club 4 : Once upon a Billionaire(78)

The man regarded him as if he were a dirty pervert, and for a moment, he felt like one. But he thought of the newspaper she'd left behind, and the clues it had offered him. Perhaps she'd left other things as well. Perhaps this man was lying to him because Maylee had asked him to.

He had to know.

So he followed the sleazy landlord to the back of the building and watched as the man opened a rickety door with a set of keys. He pushed it open and gestured at Griffin. "Don't make a mess in there, buddy."

Griffin grimaced. Did he think he was going to jerk off on Maylee's things? He made a mental note to see about buying this building. Hunter would know how real estate worked. Right now, Griffin's main thought was getting that landlord out of here. If he would take a couple of bills and show a woman's apartment to a stranger, Maylee wasn't safe here.

He walked in to her apartment. It didn't take much, considering it was one small, dirty windowless room. He was appalled at the sight of it, the cracks in the walls, the water damage in the corner of the ceiling. There was no bathroom, no closet, no nothing. A mattress lay on the floor, the only thing remaining in the room. Despite the small dankness of the place, it was clean.

He couldn't imagine his sunny Maylee here in this pit.

"Do you want to stay here alone for a while?" the man behind him asked. "I can look the other way for the right price."

Griffin gave the man a scathing look, ignoring his question. "She left nothing here?"

"Nothing," he said. "She left in a hurry. Probably got fired from her job." He snorted in derision.





 

 
Griffin's jaw tensed with anger. "Thank you. You've been most helpful." He turned and stalked out of the hole of her apartment, angrier than ever.

You can be as mean to me as you want, Mr. Griffin, but I'm going to do my job to the best of my ability, no matter how nasty you are.

She'd put up with everything to succeed here, and he'd somehow destroyed that-and her heart-in one fell swoop.

Angry at the world, but mostly at himself, Griffin went back to his sedan. As he got in and waved the driver to return to his townhouse, he began to text Hunter.

Tell Gretchen I'm a dick. And ask her if I can please have Maylee's home address. Her home in . . . wherever in God's name she would have gone back to. Arkansas? Louisiana? One of those places where they all talk like she does.

Soft, sweet, and adorable.

Griffin ran a hand down his face. He really was a f**king prat, wasn't he?

***

"The Brotherhood's going to be light one member tonight," Reese said as he lit his cigar. "Jonathan ran off on one of his half-cocked trips again."

Griffin frowned at his cards. He'd been waiting for Jonathan to show up so he could talk to him about their joint dig. But he found that he didn't give much of a shit at the moment. Maylee's missing presence was gnawing at him like an ache. He could talk about archeology any time, but now he just wanted his girlfriend back.

Was that what Maylee was to him? Griffin scowled at his hand of cards, not even seeing them. Girlfriend seemed like the wrong word. It was too frivolous, too silly for how he felt at the moment.

All he knew was that he needed Maylee, and she was gone because he'd hurt her. And he needed to fix it.

Logan eyed him from across the table, frowning. "You going to bid, Griff?"

Griffin stared at his cards, still not seeing them, and gave up. He folded and waved a hand at the table, and Cade and Reese tossed their chips in after Logan.

The basement door opened, and Griffin looked up, his heart slamming. He wanted to see Hunter tonight . . . but more than that, he wanted to see Gretchen. Maybe they would know something.

The person he'd been waiting to see walked down the stairs-Hunter. The scarred, broody billionaire shrugged off his sport coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair, and then sat down at the table.

A moment later, lighter feet thumped down the stairs. "Save me a spot, baby!"

Logan groaned. Cade grinned, and Reese kept his expression carefully neutral as his new sister-in-law, Gretchen Petty, bounded into the room and sat at the table, her voice breathless. "Sorry I'm late. I had to take a wicked piss."

"Thank you for sharing," Logan said in a dry voice. He shot a look at Hunter. "I wasn't aware you were coming to every meeting from now on, Gretchen." 

"I invited her," Hunter said, glaring back at Logan.

"You know Griff and Jonathan don't like her here. We're brothers first and foremost."

"I'm fine with it," Griffin said, speaking up. He watched Gretchen, trying not to seem too hopeful. He didn't want her to leave, not tonight. He wanted her to stay so he could weasel information about Maylee out of her.

Gretchen noticed Griffin and beamed a too-sweet smile in his direction. "Hello, dickface."