Amberleigh leaned her ass against Leo’s stretcher, careful not to touch any wires or tubes. She placed a hand over her belly. It wasn’t just the hormones making her feel sentimental. It was also a byproduct of this crazy day. She wondered how one day could bring so many different fucking emotions with it.Grayson propped one of his long legs atop his knee, in an effort to make himself more comfortable. The shower had made the pretty boy smell better but had done little to revive him. His eyes were red rimmed, and his words seemed to come at more of an effort now. The billionaire was utterly exhausted.“Maybe you should get some rest and we can finish this later. You look like you can barely hold your head up,” suggested Amber.“Let me bring you a cot and some blankets,” chimed in Cori, “I’ll take good care of Leo while you get some rest. It would do you some good.”But he stubbornly shook his head, “Thanks for the offer, but I can’t fucking sleep right now anyway. Could I get some cof
Grayson was gone for quite a while. So long that Amberleigh debated checking on the billionaire to make sure he wasn’t punching shit again or passed out on the bathroom floor. But she wanted to respect his need for space and privacy. He still had her watch, so perhaps he was calling his parents? She decided that if he didn’t emerge in ten more minutes, she would go in after his ass. In the meantime, Amber savored the coffee that Donny had hand delivered. Though she found her appetite now waning for the heaping plate of Christmas dinner favorites. Her plate of turkey, veggies, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, baked mac’ n’ cheese, and a dinner roll, looked hella better than Grayson’s plate of tofu and steamed greens. Not likely he would eat much of it or find the humor in it now. The playful mood had soured in more ways than one. Bless his heart Donny had also brought a plate with several different kinds of desserts because he couldn’t s
But Amberleigh knew the thing about good dreams was how much worse you felt when you fucking woke up. Was one truly better off to escape reality for a while, when the pain of it felt much sharper when that fantasy crumbled into ashes? Amber knew she shouldn’t entertain such dark thoughts especially at a time like this, but she couldn’t make them stop.Leo was still teetering on the edge of death. Anything could go wrong, even the Doc had warned the chef wasn’t in the clear just yet. Grayson pretended to be okay, but he had yet to believe his new wife had a hit out on him, let alone deal with the emotional implications of such a harsh reality. A woman he’d grown up with and had loved once wanted him dead. He had yet to deal with all the trauma he’d suffered during his abduction. And he still didn’t know that his brother’s death hadn’t been an accident. That was going to hurt like hell and Amber feared how he would react. No doubt in a self-destructive rage.Amber had yet to process mo
Amberleigh had made sure both of her boys were tucked in tight and had given both of them a goodnight kiss on the brow. Cori sensed her distress as Amber dabbed at her eyes while lingering at Leo’s bedside. The woman gave Amber a side hug and a promise.“I’ll take good care of them both I promise.”“Thank you. I hate to leave either one of them. But I know they’re in good hands.”“Tell you what, let’s exchange numbers and I’ll call you if anything happens while you’re out. Help put your mind at ease,” suggested Cori.“That would be wonderful thank you.”Amber tapped her smart watch against Cori’s to share their phone numbers. She also sent a text message to her father to ask him for a ride to Grayson’s penthouse in uptown. It wasn’t like she could cart a billion dollars back on the subway after all. Too many bags and too much suspicion. She couldn’t even carry all those fucking bags by herself anyway.While she waited for her father’s reply, and with Grayson finally fucking out, Amb
Amberleigh’s fury only increased the deeper she got into the penthouse and realized that cunt had called in Angelina, Maria, and Janelle on Christmas to work her impromptu party. That thoughtless bitch had pulled the maids away from celebrating the holidays with their families to serve her spoiled guests cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Obviously, this mixer had been thrown together and not preplanned by lack of actual wait staff and caterers, using the maids to pull a triple duty tonight. They most likely prepared the food, served it, and would have to clean up from the festivities after. Classic Christmas music played from the speakers in the ceilings throughout the penthouse and no decor beyond what had already been decorated for Christmas had been added. Amber certainly got several looks as she made her way across the pristine floor and twenty or so guests. All of them screamed money and no souls, expensively dressed and draped in jewels. Courtney’s closest family and
Valencia screamed and stamped her foot like a five-year-old. Her face flushed to the color of the berries weaved in the wreaths lining the hallway. “You were a gold-digging whore who seduced my poor naive Jack no doubt! And even worse, you have Grayson believing your smear campaign against him! Jack and I can’t even get a reservation for a table or a hotel in this whole city! We had to put the lease for our new loft in my name! And Jack had to get his new Bentley shipped clear from Portland because no dealership around here would do business with him. Grayson has blacklisted him! Speaking of which, you promised me Courts, that Grayson would fix his mistake!” This was welcomed news to Amber indeed. She couldn’t help but smile. So, Grayson had retaliated against Jackson in the way he knew best, hit him where it hurt the most. The billionaire had known that night, the courts would not favor a whore over an elite member of society. His calculating move was not unlike the way Grayson had
Amberleigh was suddenly struck with the urge to call and check in on her boys. So as soon as she had kicked, pulled, dragged, cursed, and carried one billion worth of cold, hard cash into the back hallway of the penthouse, she texted Cori back at the Quick Shop. She bit down a thumbnail waiting for the reply to come. She had loaded the money onto the luggage cart, shaming herself for being so fucking out of shape, by the time she received the return message. Mr. Godwin is still sleeping soundly. Leo appears comfortable, all his vitals looking good. Latest blood count level is up to 8.7, trending up nicely J Amber sent a text back to thank Cori and she felt lighter in her chest after hearing the good news. She decided to complete her second mission of the night and then thought up a third as well. Grayson wasn’t the only one in need of fresh clothing after all. She would creep into Leo’s room and gather up some of her and Leo’s things. Because Leo would need clean cloth
It had felt damn good standing up to Jackson and removing the power Amberleigh had allowed him to still have over her life even after all these years. She felt like she had just liberated herself, no longer a slave to the past or those unresolved feeling she had towards the father of her firstborn. Too long she had waited for an apology and some validation from that piece of shit that what he had done to her and their child was wrong. But it turned out she’d been wrong all along believing that she ever needed it from him in the first place.It had been Jackson’s loss, both losing her and a son he would never get the privilege to meet or watch grow up. If anyone was sorry it was her. She pitied Jackson for the sad, unloving and unfulfilling life he was living. He’d lost the best things that had ever happened to him. His priorities so fucked up. She felt bad for Jack for the rich life he could’ve had if he’d only manned up and accepted the responsibility of the life they’d created. Chi