Chapter 7- Nothing Wrong With Watching Her Ex Shower For A Good Cause

By the time the surgery was finished, Leo’s wound packed and left open to stave off infection, Amberleigh wasn’t the only one concerned that Grayson was going to pass out at any moment. She was getting tired of the physical strain on her to keep him from falling as he swayed. The Doc noticed the billionaire’s precarious position as he removed his bloody gloves and washed his hands.

“Mr. Godwin, please take a seat. You don’t look well. Cori get his vitals and I’ll help him to a chair.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You aren’t fine Grayson. Anyone can see that,” argued Amber.

But he was clearly not fine the stubborn ass. And the doctor wasn’t convinced. Especially when Grayson fell forward and caught himself against the stretcher and Amber yelped. Doc moved faster than his thin physique let on as he grabbed onto his newest patient before he hit the floor. Cori quickly grabbed a chair and placed it behind him as Doc eased him down into the seat.

“How do you feel?” asked Doc.

“Dizzy. The room is fucking spinning.”

“I think now that Leo is stable for the time being, it’s time to check you over Mr. Godwin.”

Cori pulled a vitals machine on wheels over to where the billionaire sat. At least he had stopped trying to protest and let it happen. Grayson’s pulse was on the high side and his blood pressure low. Even without bloodwork, the doc knew that Grayson was dehydrated. He would need and IV and some intravenous fluids.

“Doc, can you look over his skin while you’re at it? He was physically assaulted, make sure he doesn’t have any broken bones or anything? It would make me feel better,” said Amber sweetly.

Her baby daddy shot her a sharp look. She gave him a smile in return. He was playing the macho guy card still. But then his anger morphed into something else entirely. He gave her a rare playful smirk and Amber’s heart beat a bit faster in her chest at it. It wasn’t a look she was used to on his face, at least not lately anyway.

“Why Amber, if you wanted me to take my clothes off, you could’ve just asked. No need to go through all this and waste the Doc’s time. I can assure you none of my bones are broken.”

Her cheeks flushed. It was hard to get a girl like her to blush.

“Don’t be such a crude ass,” she said, “Now take off your shirt so the doc can look you over properly.”

“See, was that so hard?” he said.

He still had that smug grin on his face as he unbuttoned his filthy dress shirt. And Amber knew it wasn’t just Leo’s blood staining the front of it.  What the fuck was he playing at though? Whatever it was, it wasn’t fucking working!

Amber sucked in a sharp breath. His torso was spattered with bruises, enough to play connect the fucking dots. She felt her anger boiling inside her. Those fuckers had been mishandling him the whole fucking time by the various shades of bruises adorning his skin.  She stepped forward and touched a large bruise over his heart. His breathing hitched in his chest by her soft touch.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks. I bruise easy. I’m fine really,” he said softly as he grabbed her hand.

Amber bit back the tears, “Let me see the rest. Take off your pants too.”

                “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. So eager.”

                A part of Amber was relieved that this playful side of the often cold man was coming back out while she was around. It was as if two men lived inside his body, often at war. She preferred this side of the billionaire, the one with a soul. But it was also complicated. Because this was the version of the man she had fallen in love with. The one which could make her cheeks blush and her heart race. She just sighed and didn’t indulge his dirty talk while Grayson unbuttoned his torn and stained slacks.

“We have a portable x-ray machine in the next room,” offered Cori, “we can take some images just to be sure nothing is fractured.”

“Thank you so much. For everything you all have done for all of us. I really don’t know how to repay you,” said Amber.

“No problem. It’s just what we do here. And we wouldn’t have it any other way,” Cori smiled warmly, “I have lots of siblings, so I’m sure I can wrestle up you both a change of clothes if you want to get cleaned up.”

Doc gave Grayson a steading hand as he stood up to drop his pants around his ankles.

“I can take a hint. I’m making my own eyes water by my stench,” his long slender fingers touched the waistband of his boxes, “underwear too, boss?”

It took Amber a minute to realize the smart ass was talking to her. But she was too focused taking in his poor skinned up knees. Both of his knees were bruised and scabbed over, probably from the video when Grayson was shoved violently to the hard concrete below. By the looks of things, it had probably happened more than once. Those sick fuckers had taken pleasure out of forcing such a powerful man to his knees. A fucked up power trip to humiliate the billionaire.

Amber could feel her nails biting deeply into her clenched palms. She wondered all they had done to Grayson over those three days in the warehouse. The abuse and humiliation he must have suffered at their hands. And it was unlikely he would ever open up to her fully and tell her all he’d gone through. He’d try to protect Amber and not put any extra stress on her and their child inside her. But even if she couldn’t get him to talk to her or Leo, he was going to a fucking therapist if she had to drag him there by the balls.

“It’s just some scrapes Amber. I’ll live. Save your concern and fussing for Leo. He’ll need it to get his ass back on his feet.”

“I have enough concern to go around thank you very much. We need to get the rest of your meds in you too. Maybe the doc has some on hand?”

Grayson told them what meds he was on. They carried his antipsychotic and antidepressant, but not the med that controlled his tremors. Cori gave the billionaire his meds while Amber decided internally that she would go back to the penthouse and get it, along with the ransom money to pay the psychos.

She just hoped she had the pleasure of running into that cold-hearted murdering cunt. Amber imagined all the fun things she wanted to do to the heiress from ripping out her fucking hair extensions to smashing in her pretty face so fucking badly no amount of plastic surgery would ever be able to fix it. Or better yet, cut off the bitch’s head like she planned on having done to her new husband. So many fun possibilities, why settle for just a few?

 Cori excused herself to go upstairs and find some clean clothes for their guests, while the Doc cleaned Grayson’s cuts and scrapes with antiseptic. Amber’s mind churned too much to carry on a conversation with the men.

She also kept checking on sweet Leo, keeping vigil by his side, while Grayson and the Doc went off to take those X-rays. She kissed Leo’s hand and sat down next to his stretcher. It was scary and hurt her heart to see so many tubes coming out of the man she loved. But he looked at peace and now had more color to his face. Not to mention that fucking alarm hadn’t sounded in quite a while. Doc had explained they would try to remove his breathing tube in the morning.

Grayson returned rather quickly which Amber was grateful for, as her heart had went a bit crazy in her chest when he was no longer in her sight. After everything they’d gone through to get him back, both she and Leo nearly dying in the process, she didn’t feel comfortable with Grayson not being within her literal reach.  A part of her feared that he would disappear again, as silly as it seemed. She knew she would have to get over these mini moments of panic eventually, but that time was not tonight. For now, she planned on keeping both of the men she loved close by.

Grayson took a seat next to her, and for a while both of them silently watched Leo’s chest rise and fall. It was not something to take for granted, just his beating heart. Nothing in this life was guaranteed or promised, and it could end in the short space of one breath to the next. You had to make it fucking count. Mean something and try and leave behind a legacy to be proud of to live on, or else what was really the fucking point? Amber’s deep thoughts were broken through when Cori returned with a change of clothes and toiletries for them both.

“Feel free to get washed up. The bathroom has a small shower, and there’s towels and washcloths in the bathroom cupboard. Just help yourselves to whatever you need. I’ll get the ultrasound and exam equipment ready in the meantime. And then we’ll start that IV Mr. Godwin and give you those fluids.”

“Great. Thank you. I would say ladies first Amber, but I’m doing a mercy for us all. You keep an eye on Leo while I shower and then we’ll trade.”

He got to his feet, but Amber followed him towards the bathroom. He was still unsteady, his fingers skimming against the walls and equipment in the room to keep his balance. She followed his ass clear into the bathroom before he questioned her.

“What are you doing? I told you to watch Leo.”

Amber poked him in his bare chest. She still enjoyed the view of his tight torso, even if she wore Leo’s ring. Like admiring a fine piece of art, while she already owned the masterpiece at home.

“And I told you I was giving the orders tonight. You think I’m going to let your ass shower alone when you can barely walk? Fuck no, there’s been far enough blood for one night. Now take off your clothes and get your ass in that shower. Because you really do smell like a fuckin’ garbage dump.”

He grinned again and Amber knew she was in fucking trouble as she felt that grin from her head to her fucking toes. Grayson watched her face as he dropped his pants to the concrete floor. His boxers soon followed. Amber swallowed hard and tried to keep her eyes on his face. He had the nerve to laugh at her discomfort.

“I didn’t know you were into just watching. I don’t blame you for wanting to look. Just remember this was your idea,” he laughed.

“I don’t need to look. I’m perfectly happy with Leo. And need I remind you, you’re a married man?”

The smile slipped off his bruised face. It was a bitch move, but it shut him down at least. He seemed to be still trying to keep things light and lessen the tension. Amber crossed her arms and kept her gaze at eye level. She could do this. Not like she didn’t know what his body looked like, felt like, tasted-stop it bitch! Be a fucking adult about this. Grayson wasn’t safe to be showering alone. Leo trusted her. He had no reason not to.

Grayson was enjoying tormenting her, she could tell as he turned around to give her a view of his firm ass while he slowly turned on the shower. Maybe he needed a cold shower. Hell, maybe she did too. She walked to the edge of the shower in case he lost his balance or slipped. Committed relationship or not, it was hard not to watch a beautiful man shower and not get aroused. Grayson chuckled again as that bastard lathered himself up with an excessive amount of soap.

It wasn’t cheating really, so long as one didn’t act on the impulse to slide ones hand’s down their cotton panties and stroke their moistened clit. Or pounce on the naked man in the shower. Amber’s head filled with naughty images which naturally didn’t help the wetness between her legs. But soon instead of Grayson’s naked body, she envisioned Leo’s. The time they’d fucked in that shower in Paris.

She allowed herself to carry on down her memory lane for a few moments. But fuck, just how long of a shower did Grayson need to take? But Amber made the mistake of her eyes flickering downward, she was only human after all. And she wasn’t the only one aroused. Grayson’s cock was hard as fuck, peeking up from beneath the soap suds. Holy fuck!

Get it together girl, Amber scolded herself. He wasn’t aroused by her, but the warm water. This had likely been a terrible fucking idea. She was a fucking professional, used to seeing naked men. She had this. No problem. Platonic. Friend zone. Nothing wrong with just watching her ex- lover, father of her unborn child, shower for a good cause.

He reached forward to grab the bottle of shampoo when he slipped. Amber lunged forward to balance him before he took a tumble. She soon found herself beneath the shower head, her body pressed against his, his cock pressed against her thigh. Neither of them seemed to breathe as the water cascaded down upon them and their eyes met. Grayson’s blue eyes were wide as his lips searched out hers.