Finally, a couple hours after sunrise, Amberleigh slipped out of Leo’s bed, and after a pit stop to relieve herself, she made her way towards the kitchen. Leo was normally an early riser, but he was caught in a medicated sleep and his body still needed the extra rest. Amber had tucked him in and went about her business quietly as not to wake him just yet. She had about another hour until his morning antibiotics were due and she was feeling confident she could handle the job. But first she needed coffee. She took her bottle of ginger supplements with her towards the kitchen as she had no intentions of asking the cunt’s chef to prepare her anti-nausea tea. She heard voices echoing from the dining room. It made sense that Grayson wouldn’t dine in the breakfast nook in the kitchen while he was entertaining guests, even unwelcomed ones at that. Amber made her way to the fancy coffee maker to make herself a cup. The smell of the breakfast Francois had cooked still lingered in the air makin
Amberleigh was slightly annoyed that Grayson insisted on overseeing Leo’s morning antibiotic infusion. The only thing which kept her from being pissed off was because she’d come to learn his need for control was a part of the billionaire’s personality. He didn’t think her completely incompetent to get the job done, rather he wanted to feel useful and didn’t take a hands-off approach very well. He also blamed himself for Leo’s current predicament and wanted to do everything in his power to get him well. So, Amber tolerated him breathing down her neck that morning.Grayson criticized how quickly Amber flushed Leo’s IV, telling her she’d blow his vein. He also reminded her not to puncture the bag of antibiotics when she spiked it with the IV tubing, before he took over the job himself. She took calming breaths and let him complete that task. She set the IV pump and got settled in next to Leo for the hour-long infusion.Amber managed not to bite Grayson’s head off while he talked through
Amberleigh hated things being so fucked up with Grayson, but at the same time she didn’t know how to fix it. And Leo seemed to feel much the same way. That was one of the things she loved about the chef, you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know how he was feeling. Leo wore his emotions on his face.“What the hell are we doing, Love?” he asked.Amber sighed, “I was wondering the same thing. It’s too early for us to be messing around. Your body needs more time to heal.”His chocolate eyes began to melt. And Amber’s chest tightened. She feared the words about to come from his mouth.“You know that’s not what I’m talking about…. I mean us. Perhaps we both jumped into this relationship too soon,” he uttered, “I had just broken up with Elle when you came into my life. And then things ended badly between you and Grayson and maybe we both just weren’t ready…”Amber said nothing as she slipped out of the bed taking the blanket with her. She couldn’t trust herself to speak at the moment. She
“Let me show you to the master suite,” offered the billionaire, “right this way.”“So, what’s the square footage of this penthouse?” asked the tech.But before Grayson could answer, Jack had made it to the front door after dragging his suitcase across the marble foyer loudly. He turned sharply on the threshold.“Fuck you Grayson!” he spatHe slammed the door behind him. Jack knew it was it, that door, his free ride in this penthouse was closed off forevermore to him. He’d never be back here. And for that Amber was glad. Jackson Van Courtlandt was gone from her life, he’d left her heart years before.A flush crept across the billionaire’s cheeks as he turned to face the tech.“I apologize for that. Creative differences. Why don’t we just skip right to the panic room where all the monitors are set up? I can get the system online so you can see what we’re working with?”“Sure thing Mr. Godwin. I’m anxious to get right down to it from the hub.”Grayson threw a look over his shoulder at Am
Coming from a woman who'd made her living by taking her clothes off, when Amberleigh said she felt violated, shit was real. She could see the same thoughts etched on Grayson’s face. It was one thing to make sex tapes and have all your private life recorded with your permission, but another thing entirely to have all your intimate moments recorded without your knowledge or consent. And even worse not knowing who was on the other side of that lens watching.This was fucking bad. Someone out there saw and heard everything in the fucking penthouse. The way she and Leo had pleasured each other in his room, those past sexual romps between Amber and the billionaire, but worst of all about Grayson’s disease. Amber, Leo, and Grayson had talked about it in great detail back in November when Amber demanded answers.“I’m sorry to say Mr. Godwin that the IP address is encrypted so it’s nearly impossible to trace,” explained the tech.Grayson ran a hand through his hair before the stone-cold man re
Amberleigh gave Grayson and the security techs some space over the next several hours after the doc left. Leo was doing as well as could be expected for a man who’d lost most of his blood and his pulse two days before. His blood pressure was a bit on the low side though not dangerously, but other than that, doc Corbin was pleased with his condition. His pain was controlled with the meds when Amber could get his stubborn ass to actually swallow them. Doc reaffirmed the chef needed to be at his clinic in the morning at 7am for the procedure to sew his belly back together.Grayson had stopped in just before the doc left to get a report straight from the horse’s mouth. After that, the billionaire disappeared until late evening. Francois had brought them a late lunch. And friendly Leo struck up a conversation with the man. Medicated Leo was even more chatty and soon he and the French chef had spent over an hour talking about their trade and shared passion for cooking.Conveniently, Doc had
Amberleigh would’ve have thought Grayson would be over the moon to get rid of his murderous cunt wife for a few days, but when he dropped off their provisions later that night, his playful mood had dissipated. His visit was short, and he quickly left the room bitching about the thirty- seven work emails still awaiting his attention. Amber and Leo encouraged the broody billionaire to eat dinner with them, but he wouldn’t be persuaded.Amber and Leo stuffed themselves on ice cream, Pad Thai Noodles, and rice while watching bad reality TV. Amber also spent a good deal of her evening keeping the handsy chef at bay and discouraging his attempts at foreplay. She knew all too well where it led and was starting to doubt her own resolve when it came to allowing Leo to penetrate her with something besides his fingers. She laid down the law with him and shut down his attempts to make her hot and bothered around ten p.m. She shut off the TV, the lights, and ordered him to sleep.The cheeky chef “
The billionaire came through and delivered some extraordinary coffee as promised. He'd mastered the balance between milk and sugar, leaving Amberleigh wondering if there was anything The Godwin couldn’t do well. Well except for opening up about his feelings and emotions without a fight first. But he was a work in progress on that last bit if she had anything to do with it.He handed her the cup with a smile, “Your coffee, my highness.”She returned the smile. “It’s about time you got it right. Thanks.”“Perhaps you should check in on Leo before we begin?”Amber let another sip of goodness percolate through her digestive tract with an appreciative moan.“Do you and that coffee need some alone time?” he said.“Maybe you should stop stalling and sit your ass down so we can get started.”Amber patted the empty couch beside her. He wisely did as he was told without argument, bringing his own steaming mug of coffee with him. Amber noticed his seemed to be bare, which said a lot about him ac