As Amberleigh tried to soothe Grayson in the midst of his night terror, he opened his eyes as his body knocked into hers. But she could tell that it was like the billionaire was home but not all the lights were on. He was too trapped in the grip of the nightmare, his body too exhausted to gain lucid understanding, even as she spoke his name and held him. His fight seemed to die down a bit, but he was still thrashing around and yelling out on the cot. And Amber couldn’t pull him from his nightmare, couldn’t bring him back from that edge of darkness. But luckily Doc had a backup plan to help calm Grayson. It wasn’t easy to get that syringe pushed into the IV he still had left over from getting his fluids, but between Doc and Amber holding his arm still to the best of her ability, they managed it. Amber trusted the Doc and didn’t even have to ask him what medicine he’d just given her child’s father. But it did the trick and within five minutes, the fight ebbed out of the
Amberleigh stood corrected on that being the coldest thing the cold-blooded heiress could have said regarding the murder of her new husband. As Amber stared at the screen trying to recover herself and figure out the best way to respond, a new text from the cunt chimed through. And this one made her gasp by its brutality, I thought you all were going to cut off his head.She had to give that statement some time to sink in. The implications of it, the way Courtney wanted Grayson to die. It would imply a certain level of hate and suffering to cut off someone’s head. And Amber got the feeling these men weren’t exactly professionals and it would not have been a quick and clean cut to behead the billionaire. It seemed Courtney made this personal and wanted it to be a terrifying and painful experience for Grayson to die. Amber had to bring her alter ego Ivy to the surface to get through this. Ivy was her Cobra Club persona who could handle her shit without letting emotions ge
Amberleigh decided to give Grayson some time to process though his face betrayed none of his feelings. It seemed the billionaire had turned to stone again. At least Amber would have believed that if not for the hard bob of his Adam’s Apple and his hand still clasped onto Leo’s. Cori had showed seemingly more emotion than Grayson by sucking in a deep breath and covering her mouth with her hand. Doc was also a more hardened soul when it came to facing bad news. After a couple minutes of silence had passed, Amber decided she needed to say something. She made a lame attempt at comforting Grayson by patting his forearm. But what could she really say? I’m sorry your bitch wife hated your guts and wanted you to die a slow and painful death so she could steal your fortune? “I’m sorry. I can imagine this must be hard for you Grayson. I know you loved her once. But it’s all about the money to those people.” “How did you pull this off? That picture looks real.”
Amberleigh should have known that even after getting shot and nearly bleeding to death, Leo’s first concern would be for others. As tears slipped down her cheeks, Leo’s hand tightened even more around hers. And his first words were to try and sooth her distress. “Don’t…cry Love,” he rasped out. His voice was barely above a hoarse whisper, but Amber heard its message loud and clear. She only cried harder, but now her tears fell down over her smile. “It’s happy tears Leo. I’m so glad you came back to us. I love you so much Leo.” “I… love you too…”Amber brought his hand, still entwined in hers, up to her lips and kissed it. Leo’s fingers opened up to wipe away her tears. And naturally it only touched her heart even more. It certainly didn’t help stop her waterworks or snot. “You scared the hell out of us man. Don’t ever fucking do anything like that again!” said Grayson. His tone started out
Cori was kind enough to not only supply Leo with some sponges to moisten his mouth, but also a box of tissues. There was not a dry eye in that basement and the med student also took one for herself. After their tears had abated for the time being, though unlikely to be the last shed, Leo popped one of the small sponges on a stick into his mouth and sucked on it. “Yummy. Just like Mom makes,” he joked, “do you have these in another flavor?” Cori chuckled, “Sorry only cardboard flavored. Be sure to leave your complaints to management. Has the pain meds helped?” “Yes, thank you. I can’t wait until I get to eat Jello and broth. Delicious.” “Leo, you’re supposed to be letting your voice rest,” reminded Grayson, “and I hate to be the one to break it to you buddy, but you’re going to have to lay off the booze for a while. The Doc had to take out some of your liver to stop the bleeding.” But Leo didn’t seem too di
Amberleigh knew it was in bad taste to fantasize about a three-way involving the father of your child and his best friend/your current boyfriend, especially while both of them were in the room with you engaged in playful banter back and forth from around your boyfriend’s sick bed. Real classy right there. But the guilt of it still couldn’t make those naughty images leave her head. Between her legs growing rather wetter by the minute as that delicious fantasy played out in her mind. Leo would be the one more open to trying new things, going with the love making flow, while Grayson would be the dominant one. The billionaire would be in command, claiming her pussy for himself. Leo would be up for experimentation, taking her up the ass if she asked him too, or taking something up his no doubt. He hadn’t shied away from their anal play in the past. He’d gotten off on it, while she had never repeated that route on Grayson. The billionaire clearly hadn’t liked
Grayson said nothing to Amberleigh and avoided eye contact when she left the bathroom a short while later. On outside appearances, one would think a man who could have any woman in the city he wanted, and probably had fucked well into the double digits if not higher, wouldn’t blush over stories about measuring dicks or catching a woman masturbating. But Amber knew looks could be deceiving and doubted the billionaire’s count was very high actually.First of all, he’d been faithfully engaged to Courtney Van Tessin from the ages of twenty to twenty-two and had started dating her at the age of eighteen. From the way Leo had described Grayson in their youth, he was more a nerdy, late bloomer. He may not have even lost his virginity to a girl before he started dating that cunt. Then there was that surrogate in Manhattan which came the year before Amber and ended badly. So who knew what other women came after Courtney and until Amber?Leo had told Amber without shame he’d lost his V Card at
Amberleigh watched Leo and Grayson going back and forth for another minute or two in their argument. She took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare herself, to figure out the right words to say. Cori was like a fly on the wall, sinking into the background, cleaning up the area, and trying to stay out of the way. But if Giovanni Costa trusted her and her family to keep secrets, then so did Amber. Besides it was a little too fucking late to worry about that now anyway.Amber cleared her throat, “I need to tell you both something. I think you should sit down for this Grayson. It’s not easy to say.”Her eyes were already burning. Both men turned to look at her, though Leo’s expression was less hostile than the scowl on the billionaire’s face. Even Grayson’s body language interpretated he wasn’t open to listening to her. But she would not be intimidated or back down.“The decision has already been made. You are not moving back into the penthouse under any circumstances so there’s no