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It was hard to surprise someone who worked in a high-class brothel for a living. From huge dicks on the last person you’d expect, tiny dicks on powerful men, to even some third nipples, and everything in between, they’d seen it all. But it was evident on Ebony’s perfect featured face. Her dark chocolate eyes wide, her sharp cheekbones drawn into her full lips slightly opened.“Shut the fuck up. Are you kidding me? Is this some sob story you prepared to make me forgive your ass?” she demanded.“No. I wish it was. But Leo and I flew home right away when we got the news. And Grayson’s cunt wife was fucking useless in getting the money together. It fell to Leo and me to pull together one billion dollars in just two fucking days without alerting the marshals or raising suspicions. See that’s why I couldn’t tell you anything when I came to the club that day Ebony, as the kidnappers were very fuckin’ clear on that. If anyone, especially the marshals were alerted, they’d kill Grayson.”Ebony

Amberleigh made small talk with Head Goddess Unique for several more moments though neither of them mentioned the baby directly. She thought it’d be rude to jump right into asking about Nadia. So instead, Amber pretended to be interested in the party plans the club had in store for this New Year’s Eve which the boss lady was more than happy to gush about. Unique took pride in the club and her role here, having worked her way up from a college student working to finance her tuition as a Goddess when the club first opened twenty years ago, to a top position in management.Amber was glad Unique had achieved her goals both in the club and outside of it by earning her business degree. She had no shortage of company in her bed if she so chose and seemed happy and content with her life. While Amber no longer aspired to be like her, she was still proud of how far Unique had come from the fatherless child born in The Fringe, to the first to go to college in her family, and now helping to run t

Amberleigh barely made it through the front door when she ran into Grayson with his hands on his hips in the foyer. The man was wearing a fucking blazer on a day his ass wasn’t even going to work for fuck sake. He was lucky he wasn’t wearing a tie or she might have strangled him with it. The billionaire was also lucky she was holding food.“Where the hell have you been? You’ve been gone for four hours! And you didn’t reply to my last text that I sent you an hour ago!”She breathed deep and set the takeout food on the stand near the door. This could get ugly and no reason to risk the steak.“Okay, you can put the brakes on your testosterone train and back the fuck up Grayson. I can manage on my own for a few hours without you. This alpha male overprotective bullshit needs to stop.”He scoffed, “Need I remind you it’s not exactly safe for any of us, especially you, to go on leisure strolls through the city right now Amber. I agreed to let you go the Cobra Club not…is that smoke I smell?

But surely his parents would like stay in the den or something.Grayson opened the door to his parents. Amber had only met them once, and that was more than enough for her when it came to his father at least. Of course, now knowing that the Godwin patriarch was suffering from a debilitating and fatal brain disease softened her up some towards the man. But there was nothing soft about the hard, frowning lines of Cole Godwin's face. The railroad tycoon was dressed in a dark suit, his grey hair combed neatly and disciplined into place. He had a black cane in one hand and his wife’s arm in the other. His face was smooth shaven, his features broad and strong, but he was a handsome man. Amber saw Grayson in the shape of his jaw, but even Grayson’s had never been so clenched tightly.Cole Godwin’s dark eyes quickly took everything. Judging and assessing. Amber immediately felt about three inches tall. But his eyes made a disapproving sweep of her before they focused back on his son.Viola Go

“I’m going to get in the sauna,” said Grayson.“Don’t be lifting weights Grayson. Your ribs aren’t healed yet,” advised Leo.“I won’t overdo it. I know my limits.”“Yeah I’m fucking coming with you. I don’t trust your ass,” said Leo.“And you shouldn’t be hitting the gym right now Leo. Or the sauna.”The boys headed towards the gym. Amber followed them. No, her heart wasn’t pounding and a million grizzly scenarios likely to occur because she hadn’t answered her texts weren’t running through her fucking head.“What the fuck do we do now? What am I supposed to do?” said Amber.Leo chuckled, “You could work on knitting the baby that sweater you’ve been talking about.”He gave her a kiss on the cheek.“Or you could practice your guitar you liked to torture Mr. Duvall with. I put it in the utility room for safe keeping,” informed Grayson.Amber smirked at him. Subjecting a living being to her guitar playing could hardly be classified as torture. But she could do with some alone time. She d