Even though Grayson woke up with a raging hangover, and very late for work, he wasn’t going to lie to himself or Amber, that last night was a mistake. In fact, it was arguably the best fucking night of his life, consequences be damned. It seemed that she was having regrets though, and expected him to go back to giving her the cold shoulder now that he was sober again. He’d assured her otherwise, though with the history between them, he couldn’t blame that Amber still had her doubts.Though he wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship with her or anything, he was willing to keep a more open mind moving forward. See where one night of the best fucking sex of his life could lead. Grayson berated himself mentally for not allowing this type of uninhibited sex between them from the start, what he’d missed out on. Sex didn’t have to involve feelings but could just be a purely physical thing. But that had always been his downfall in the past, because he was terrible at separating the two. The

Amberleigh could do nothing more than wander the city aimlessly for an hour afterwards and try and get her head together. The day had started out so fucking well and had gone so fucking wrong along the way. It was too much to take in and absorb at once. She tried to sift through the jagged pieces of a very fucked up puzzle and not lose her shit any further. She’d wanted the truth. Had been after it since she knew the billionaire had been hiding something. And it was a whooper of secret as well. The God’s of the city, who saved millions with their supplies carted across a broken, dangerous country, couldn’t save them fucking selves. Not even with all the money in the world at their fingertips, rubbing elbows with the CEO of the LEDA pharmaceutical Corporation, they were both fucked regardless. Money couldn’t solve all their problems after all. She didn’t know the name of the disease slowly killing Grayson and Cole Godwin, but she knew enough. It was aw

Amberleigh was still seething as she grabbed her suitcase and began to shove her shit inside it. She would deal with the wrinkles later. Right now, she tore through her room throwing open drawers and throwing out her clothes and personal effects like an angry tornado. Hell hath no fury like a woman fucked over. She could feel her anger like a living thing crawling through her veins, rising by the minute and threatening to explode. Everywhere she looked held a memory in this fucking room, most of the fresh ones were too much to handle. Riding Grayson on that couch, him laughing against her pussy on that bed, their bodies gliding together in the bathtub. She picked up the vase of white roses the maids changed out every few days and shattered it against the wall. Watched the pieces scatter and felt satisfaction. Shattered just like the life she’d carved out for herself amidst the pristine marble of this fucking place. This place was nothing but a whitewa

After their moment of solidarity, Leo said those magic words to Amberleigh any girl longs to hear. “Are you hungry? I saw you left your dinner untouched on the counter. Let me feed you.” She grinned at the chef, “Mr. Clemonte, could you get any more perfect? You know me so well.” “Well let’s take care of this right away Miss Dubois. I can whip you something up. You can join me in the kitchen or I can serve you dinner in bed…” She knew he didn’t mean it in a sexual way, but it still made her heart beat a little faster indeed. Grayson had never delivered on his promise of dessert after all. And she was fucking starving. But Leo’s food was on par with sex no doubt. Well almost, depending on who was doing the feasting that is. “Let me wash my face and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll go get started and I can assure you, you won’t be disappointed Miss Dubois.”

Amberleigh stood frozen on the threshold of the master suite. Leo gave the billionaire another shake before he felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. To Amber, it was like watching a fucking bad movie, disconnected and in another world entirely. At least until Leo turned to look at her and the fear was clear in his eyes. But when he spoke, his words came out strong and unwavering. “I can’t wake him up. And his breathing is too slow. Help me move him to the floor.” Amber snapped out of her daze and ran across the room where Leo was already grabbing Grayson under the shoulders. She grabbed his limp legs and helped Leo heave the dead weight onto the floor. He was solid and heavy as fuck. Grayson didn’t so much as twitch or move. Still. Almost lifeless if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe we should move him to the bed instead?” she suggested. Leo was already down on his knees arranging his friend on the