Lies You Told

LIES YOU TOLD CLUBHS BOOK 1 LISA M. MILLER LMMILLERBOOKS Anyone who has a kink that they thought was weird, it’s not. Embrace it! PLAYLIST A list of songs that inspired and set the tone of the book. Hope you enjoy. Lies You Told Playlist TRIGGER WARNING To those readers who need trigger warnings, this book and series take place in a kink club, so if any of the dynamics typically in those books offends you, then this book is probably not for you. SA is a theme throughout the book. If you have any questions about themes within the book you can reach out to me on social media @lmmillerbooks CONTENTS Reading Order 1. Chloe 2. Jax 3. Chloe 4. Chloe 5. Jax 6. Chloe 7. Jax 8. Chloe 9. Jax 10. Chloe 11. Jax 12. Chloe 13. Jax 14. Chloe 15. Jax 16. Chloe 17. Jax 18. Chloe 19. Jax 20. Chloe 21. Jax 22. Chloe 23. Jax 24. Chloe 25. Jax 26. Chloe 27. Jax 28. Chloe 29. Jax 30. Chloe 31. Jax 32. Chloe 33. Jax 34. Chloe 35. Jax 36. Chloe 37. Jax Epilogue About the Author Also by Lisa M. Miller READING ORDER Billionaire Boss Missing Our Best Friends Wedding Sex on the Beach (BB Short) Their Missing Pieces Hidden Secrets ClubHS Lies You Told Cover Design: Coffin Print Designs Editor: Anna Potter BETA: Jaclyn Fuhr, Aleah Persaud All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book without permission is theft to the authors intellectual property. Thank you for your support. Created with Vellum 1 CHLOE The assistants and paralegals all run around the office in chaos. I can see them as I sit behind my desk. They’ve all been in a frenzy since I mentioned a VIP client coming in before lunch. I usually have the floor-to-ceiling windows frosted. People are less likely to bother me if they are; I’m not sociable at work. If my office had walls, that would be even better, and I could get on with my work without having to see anyone else. Greyson has been my client since before I made Partner a couple of months ago. Many people think he’s the reason I frog-leaped over a couple of people to get that position. They’re right, but not for the reasons they might think. They all think I was sleeping with him. I wasn’t. His daughter and I, on the other hand, were classmates at Harvard. I went to study hard and one day make Partner. I did in less than ten years, a record for this firm. She went to Harvard to bag a husband like it’s the nineteen-fifties or something. She’s still one of my closest friends. She might be on the board of the family business, but she hasn't practiced law in… well, a while. Her seat is more for show than anything else. Her husband is the one with any sort of relationship to the company. She’s Greyson’s only child. She enjoys shopping, lunching with the other wives, and going to the spa once a week. But she’s my best friend, and she likes her lifestyle, and I like mine. I move my mouse across the screen to click on the email Greyson sent me last night. Why he didn’t message me, I’ll never know. Probably because this is work, and he knows my assistant has my calendar open every minute of the day. TO: Chloe Lawson FROM: Greyson Huntington SUBJECT: I need to arrange a meeting. Chloe An ex-employee is suing me. Can we arrange a meeting for tomorrow morning? I’ll go through the details then. Greyson Huntington CEO Huntington Media Corp. That was all. The complete e-mail. He didn’t even try to call me last night before or after I received it, which is a little strange. I can’t call Franchesca because this is business. And while she’s on the board, I know she doesn’t know anything about day-to-day operations. She hasn’t reached out to me, so I’m guessing she doesn’t know yet. “He’s on his way up.” My assistant Adam says through the intercom. “Thanks. Set him up in the conference room when he gets here.” I gather my notepad and my coffee mug from my desk. “What's all this about?” Peter, one of the other partners, asks as I head toward the conference room. “I have no idea. I showed you the email.” “Do you want me to sit in on the meeting with you?” I stop in my tracks, my coffee spilling a little over the top and onto the floor. My face must read like thunder because he holds his hands up defensively. “Why would I need you to sit in on the meeting? Does the word Partner on my door mean something different from the one on yours?” He has the decency to look embarrassed, as he should. I brought Greyson into the company when I was still an associate. When my then-boss retired, I handled most of the caseload, anyway. Greyson told the Partners he expected me to be named Partner so I could take over his account. He wanted my name on the account. He trusts me. Greyson’s company brings in millions yearly, just with run-of-the-mill stuff, like contracts that need updating. I spend a huge part of my day dealing as an arbitrator. When I do go to court. I have one of the best win-loss ratios in the firm. I get to the conference room at the same time as Greyson and Adam. He pulls me into a hug, which I’d let no one else do. “Water? Coffee?” Asks Adam. “Water, please,” Greyson says, pulling out his chair and sitting down. I do the same at the head of