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

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 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 “

After two hours, another cup of coffee, her back starting to ache, and her eyes burning with exhaustion, Amberleigh dropped the witness statements from those other employees in the La Riviera the night Adam died. She leaned back with a groan, trying to work out the aches in her exhausted frame. This immediately caught Grayson’s attention and pulled him back to the den. They’d barely spoken to each other in a while as they’d fully immersed themselves in the task. Neither of them had been able to open the photos of the accident scene. And she hadn’t found anything else that screamed cover up either.“I’d say it’s time we call it quits for the morning,” said Grayson glancing at his watch, “we’re supposed to have Leo at Doc Corbin’s in four hours.”“I’m guessing you didn’t find anything else, or you would have told me.”She yawned and his brow furrowed.“That’s it. Get to bed and no fucking excuses. We can pick this up tomorrow evening after you’ve had some proper rest.”Grayson set his o

Grayson had rented a grey Toyota Corolla to drive to The Fringe. It was nearly comical to Amberleigh that the fourth richest person in the city was driving a car more typical for college students, as he seemed to belong behind the wheel of a car with a six-figure price tag. Amber didn’t have a license nor own a car. In this city with its plethora of transport options, she’d never needed to learn. One night when Jackson had been drunk and forgotten his own rules of never allowing anyone to drive his Porsche, he’d let Amber take it for a spin in a deserted lot down by the docks. That was her crash course in driver’s ed. Jack had passed out drunk in the lot after they had sex in his Porsche.Amber had worried that Jack obviously wasn’t safe to drive himself home that night nor did she know who to call on his behalf. She convinced her foster sister Rachel to come down to the docks and drive Jackson’s drunk ass home. Rachel was a year older than Amber and newly licensed. She’d been a nervo