Amberleigh tried to press her father for more information, but he reiterated the fact he didn’t want to say much over the phone and to hurry. That naturally didn’t make Amber feel any better as she scrambled from the bed and shoved her feet into her sneakers. She wondered what the fuck had transpired over the last three hours when Grayson was supposed to be sleeping over in his office? How the fuck had he wound up with her father, and more importantly what had happened to him? Several more questions ran through her troubled mind as Amber tried not to fucking panic. Grayson was injured enough to need medical attention, that much she knew. But how badly he’d been hurt, how, and by whom was still up in the air. She was already to the door when she looked back at Leo. He was redressed in the clothes he’d worn the night before with his car keys already in hand. “Leo, we have to hurry! You heard what my father said.” She tried to keep her words even, but she still heard the hint of panic
t took Amberleigh several minutes to fight her way back from that dark place and somewhat get her shit together. Right now, wasn’t about her or how she was feeling, it was about Grayson and making sure he got the care he needed. There would be time for beating herself up and self-blame later. And something else to add to that list was scaring the shit out of Leo and her father.Leo practically cried when she finally opened her eyes and said something. He hugged and kissed her. Her father also kissed both her cheeks. The chef was on the edge and trying to keep himself together the best he could. Having his best friend unconscious and beaten within an inch of his life was a heavy blow but adding a non-responsive pregnant fiancée into the mix, had almost been more than he could handle.They all tried to get her to lie down. The compromise came that she would sit by Grayson's stretcher and Doc’s son brought her some water. His name turned out to be Desmond and he was much quieter than his
Amberleigh thought she was going to need some medical attention herself by the time her billionaire was all stitched up. She doubted she’d ever regain the full use of her right hand. But then again, she could just return the favor to him when she was in labor with their child. Relationship goals.She tried to discreetly work the feeling and blood flow back into it as Doc cleared up his mess and washed his hands. Then he asked Grayson some questions to test his neurological status and checked his pupils with a small light. Her baby daddy still had a nagging headache, felt dizzy, and sick to his stomach. All classic symptoms of a concussion. And even more reason a further scan of his head was important.While the doctor started going over some instructions for home, Grayson seemed to be teetering on that edge of sleep. Well, an assisted one anyway between the pain, head injury, and the narcotics.Amber kissed his forehead, “Get some rest baby. At least until we go have your MRI done.”“
The Godwin had to pee. Normally that wouldn’t be such a calamity but factoring into account he couldn’t walk and still had some modesty, it complicated matters indeed. Grayson had never so much as taken a piss in front of Amber before. Leo on the other hand didn’t give a shit, . He and Amber had already passed that pivotal point in a relationship where they’d farted in front of each other and held conversations while releasing their bladders. They’d also left behind that phase in a relationship where it was necessary to pretend like you didn’t take a shit. No more middle of the night or pre-shower dumps, excessive flushing and odor sprays, they’d let nature take its course without shame. Hell, two days ago Amber had even pushed open the bathroom door mid-shit to yell to Leo what she wanted for lunch. Leo usually took a more gentlemanly approach on the matter and gave her fair warning to steer clear of the bathroom for a while. And they say romance was dead. Grayson had decided he wa
Getting Grayson up those god-awful stairs went even worse than Amberleigh had expected. The billionaire had winced, tensed, and cursed on the way up as expected, but it was when he went quiet that scared the fuck out of Amber. She would have preferred he screamed and cried to that awful, gut twisting silence. And worse yet she couldn’t even get to him as she was trapped down the stairs due to it being so fucking narrow.He’d tried to be stoic, especially in front of the other men. But Amber had wound up crying enough for the both of them when Grayson stopped responding. Giovanni had brought along his beefy friend Tito again and Amber began to wonder if that was the man’s official role in the gang, to help get injured men in and out of Doc Corbin's basement.Leo walked beside her the best he could in the confined space and tried to calm her panic the best he could.“He’s probably just out again Love. It’s probably for the best right now.”“But what if it’s something else Leo? What if h
Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.And that violence was in danger of being directed at a certain man whom she wondered how she’d ever found him attractive. As Dr. Gainey let them in the back door, Amber had to resist the urge to take those same nails -she’d dug into her palms on the brutal drive here while listening to Grayson’s jagged breaths during each bump- and not rake them down the doctor’s face. How had she ever found the thirty-something man with the small, dark beady eyes, and full lips that spoke lies with a smile, in a velvet voice, worthy of her appreciative gazes and flirting? She de
It seemed the issue of what to name their daughter wasn’t going to be solved in a small, crowded waiting room at five a.m. Several more names had been crossed off the list, and fewer more added. When it’d become apparent that Grayson had flowers on the brain, perhaps from the fake ones in decorative vases in the room, Amber decided his suggestion of was the last straw. She asked the billionaire if he loved their daughter, and if he wanted to get laid ever again, after which he stopped making suggestions that morning. It was probably for the best.Surprisingly Tito, whom Amber had assumed to be the strong, silent type, had offered up a suggestion which went to the top of the list. Mariella had sounded beautiful rolling off his Italian tongue, and even though Amber doubted most would do the pronunciation of it justice, it’d still made the number one spot. At least for now anyway.Dr. Gainey returned not long after Amber closed her list and said she was taking no more suggestions. Leo’s
They stole the wheelchair. And Amberleigh had no fucking remorse on the matter. Besides Dr. Gainey owed Grayson far more than he could ever atone for and it was a start. It was one less thing they needed to take care of the billionaire over the coming weeks.This model was unfortunately not the collapsible kind, so it took some maneuvering on Tito’s part to get it in the back hatch. Amber heard a few curses in Italian emitting from behind the SUV as she got Grayson settled in for the ride back to the warehouse. It was a cozy ride as she, Leo, and Grayson were crammed into a single row of seating as Tito had to fold down the back row of seats to get their stolen property in. But Amber didn’t mind being so close to her boys.She rubbed Grayson’s back and shoulders on the ride, as he fidgeted constantly to try and get into a comfortable position. But there was none to be found. He was miserable, though he never said it, she could tell by the sweat on his skin, the tense of his body with