My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 161: Unexpected Place

Cammy stared wide-eyed at the neon sign flashing above them, her mouth falling open in utter disbelief.

"A strip club?!" she practically shrieked, whipping her head toward Greg as he smoothly parked the car. "Are you sure this is the right place? Because unless Harry has had a complete personality transplant, this is the last place I’d expect him to be."

Greg sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well... we’re about to find out." Without hesitation, he stepped out, tossing his keys to the valet like a regular.

Cammy squinted suspiciously as the club’s host immediately greeted him with a polite nod. "This way, Mr. Cross."

She folded her arms and gave Greg a pointed look. "Mr. Cross? Wow. You seem awfully well-known here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Care to explain, or should I start reevaluating everything I know about you?"

Greg let out a deep chuckle, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "Relax, sweetheart. I’m not a regular—this place just happens to be a Cross Tech client. We handle their IT security. You know, cameras, firewalls, the important stuff."

He leaned in, whispering teasingly, "Unless you think I’m here to perform a routine software update in the VIP room?"

Cammy scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard she nearly saw another dimension. "I am not jealous, Greg."

"Right, of course. Not jealous—just furious." His smirk widened as he gently guided her toward the entrance. "Now, let’s go save Harry before we find him half-naked onstage, making life decisions he’ll definitely regret tomorrow."

Cammy groaned. "Oh, this is gonna be a disaster, isn’t it?"

Greg just laughed. "Oh, definitely."

As they ventured deeper into the club, Cammy’s eyes darted around, taking in the scene. The dim lighting, the deep red and black walls, the sultry music humming through the speakers—it was like stepping into an entirely different world.

Beautiful women were everywhere, draped over guests in VIP booths, twirling around poles, and dancing inside golden cages suspended above the crowd.

"Wow," Cammy murmured, her gaze sweeping across the room. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many gorgeous women in one place in my entire life." She let out a small, impressed whistle.

"Even the waitresses look like supermodels. And their outfits..." She gestured toward one of them—dressed in an impossibly short maid outfit that barely covered her navel, cleavage, and definitely not her butt. "Kinda cute, actually. I would turn into a lesbian if this on another lifetime," she jested.

Greg smirked as a devilish idea crept into his mind. Leaning down, he whispered huskily, "You know what’s even cuter than that?"

Cammy turned her head toward him, already sensing where this was going. "What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

Greg’s smirk deepened as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You. In that maid outfit. Serving me breakfast in bed."

Before she could react, he playfully nipped her earlobe, followed by a slow, teasing lick.

Cammy’s entire body jolted as her eyes went wide. "Greg!" she gasped, instantly covering her ear with her hand. "I knew you were gonna say that!"

Greg only chuckled, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they kept walking. "Can you blame me?" he teased. "Now that would be a five-star dining experience."

The club host suddenly came to a stop in front of a sleek black door labeled Exclusive Members Only. Greg and Cammy exchanged a wary glance, their jaws dropping slightly as the host casually pushed the door open.

The moment they stepped inside, Cammy’s eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the room.

Before she could take in more of the debauchery unfolding before them, Greg’s reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly clapped a hand over her eyes. "Nope! You’re not seeing this," he muttered.

The room was drenched in crimson lighting, the air thick with perfume and something far more sinful. To the right, a small stage gleamed under soft golden lights, where three completely naked women moved to the slow, sensual beat of the music.

Opposite the stage, sprawled across a massive round bed covered in plush red velvet, sat Harry.

Greg blinked, barely believing his own eyes. Harry was reclined lazily, a wine glass dangling in his left hand while his right was fisting the hair of a woman enthusiastically going down on him.

"What the actual fuck?!" Greg nearly shouted, his voice cutting through the moody music like a whip.

From the far corner of the room, Ethan, who had been casually scrolling on his phone, finally looked up—completely unfazed. Meanwhile, Harry, looking very drunk and thoroughly enjoying himself, turned toward the commotion.

A sloppy grin stretched across his face as he raised his glass. "Hey, bro!" he slurred, his words barely coherent. "Join us!"

Greg felt his entire soul leave his body.

"Oh, thank God you’re here!" Ethan practically lunged at Greg, his face a mixture of relief and sheer exasperation. But the moment his gaze flickered to Cammy, he froze, eyes widening in horror. "Wait—why the hell did you bring her?! Are you out of your mind?"

Greg shrugged nonchalantly. "I was with her when I got your message, and she wanted to come. What’s the big deal?" He asked, playing dumb, though the corner of his lips twitched in amusement. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Ethan threw his hands up, gesturing wildly at the debauchery surrounding them. "This! This is the big deal! You just brought my best friend into this!" He spun toward the room, where Harry was still blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d caused.

From behind Greg’s hand, Cammy scoffed. "For the record, Ethan, my eyes might be covered, but my ears work just fine. I can hear you loud and clear."

Greg chuckled. "See? No harm done. I’ve got her covered—literally. Now, the real question is, what the hell are you two doing here?"

Ethan groaned, rubbing his temples like he was moments away from a breakdown. "It’s Eve’s fault—your friend, Cammy. The new hire."

He pointed an accusatory finger at her as if she were somehow responsible. "She threw a full glass of water in Harry’s face during lunch, and he’s been on a self-destructive spiral ever since!"

Cammy gasped. "What?!"

Greg’s jaw dropped. "Since lunch?! You mean he’s been here this entire time?!"

"Oh, that’s not even the worst part," Ethan groaned. "I’ll explain on the way—first, let’s get this idiot out of here before he signs over his soul to this place."

Without another word, Ethan turned on his heel and stormed toward Harry, leaving Greg and Cammy to exchange a wary glance. Whatever came next, it definitely wasn’t going to be pretty.