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
Amberleigh lingered in the kitchen a bit to chat with Viola before she excused herself to allow Grayson some private time with his parents. Back in Leo’s room, she decided to make good use of her time. She began the process of researching drug trials and other experimental treatments for Huntington’s. Unfortunately, with the world's focus on finding the cure for the infection which had led to the need for walled cities and a dramatic population reduction, her search didn’t generate a lot of hits. And many didn’t seem all that promising out of the results.Amber wasn’t anti-natural or anti-cultural remedies or anything, but she didn’t believe dousing Grayson with essential oils or cow urine was the answer. And some of these trials looked shady as hell. The LEDA corporation was recruiting participants for their new drug for dementia. Though the trial wasn’t specifically designed for those with Huntington’s disease, the disease still caused dementia in its sufferers.But Amber didn’t tru
“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
They say all good things must come to a fucking end, and that is exactly what happened when Grayson’s cunt wife returned four days into the new year. Sure, it hadn’t all been puppies and rainbows as Amber, Leo, and Grayson had fallen into a rhythm of being around each other nearly 24/7. Amber had felt like both the boy's fucking keepers between trying to make sure Grayson ate and slept and trying to keep Leo from doing all the projects he suddenly decided needed to be done during his recovery. Like when she caught him reorganizing the pantry one morning, moving heavy bags of flour and shit or the night she caught his ass in the gym about to get on the fucking stair climber!It had been three days into the new year that Leo had given Amber the scare of her fucking life. She’d helped Grayson cover his bruises with some foundation so he could make a run to his office to check in and get some documents. While he was out, Amber had hung Leo’s infusion and noticed blood on his shirt. She ch
The music wasn’t the only thing that died when Courtney came back to the penthouse, so did the fucking mood. Leo was no longer so cheerful or upbeat. Grayson became more sullen and distant. The billionaire started to fall back into old habits of working long hours and then shutting himself alone in his room at night. Only this time around, he also developed a habit of sequestering himself for hours in the panic room when he thought everyone was asleep. Amber knew he was shutting them all out again. And she didn’t like it one fucking bit. It hurt, especially after all they’d been through together. Grayson was trying to build his walls too high for her to climb. And even when he was home, he wasn’t present. His mind focused on his work or elsewhere. Hell the man had even returned to work earlier than he initially planned and Amber was convinced it wasn’t just to get away from his cunt wife. She got the feeling he was also avoiding her as well. After a solid week of his anti-social, work
Amberleigh had to give credit where credit was due. Grayson still did take time out of his busy schedule to take Leo back to Docs when it was time for his staples to be removed. Grayson also got regular reports from the home health nurse Jamar. But he was certainly no longer as hands on anymore.At least Grayson skipped out of work early one afternoon to take Leo to meet his brother Pierre. Neither Grayson nor Amber wanted Leo going anywhere alone or overdoing it, especially after he had dislodged one of his staples. Leo also didn’t want his brother to come to the penthouse to pay him back. Grayson chaperoned Leo and didn’t allow his friend to climb up the stairs. The billionaire also made sure the brothers played nice.But it was clear Grayson was stretched thin. Trying to juggle too much. Amber kept trying to talk some sense into his thick head, but her words often seemed in vain. While he did stop spending as much time in the panic room going over camera footage, she still caught h
Leo had a guilty grin on his face as he slid his arm around Amber’s back. She wondered if he was thinking about his own future wedding and proposal. He had promised to ask Amber one day to be his wife. That thought didn’t only bring joy to her heart like it should. Would she be able to say yes? To commit herself to spend a lifetime with a man who was perfect and loved her unconditionally?There was no doubt she loved Leo. He was a great man, the kind rarely found. One of the most kind and selfish men she’d ever had the good fortune to have met. And he didn’t care about her soiled past or where she’d come from. So it should have been a simple answer really which shouldn’t need a lot of thought. But still, there was that seed of hesitation and a lingering doubt in her head.“We can discuss such matters later Carl. For now,, I’m still cross with my Leo. For a son who speaks so highly of his mother, and yet he didn’t even tell me he was having surgery!” her fierce gaze turned towards her
Amberleigh was tempted to spit in Courtney’s food, but she knew the unwelcomed bitch was unlikely to eat most of it anyway. Courtney not only had an aversion to being a good person, she also avoided carbs like the plague. No traces of muffin top or cellulite was tolerated on the heiress’ body. Amber could pinch more than an inch on her own hips and was loving life because of it. The men in her life had never complained so she was going to keep doing her without shame. Life was far too fucking short without sugar and carbs in her opinion.Amber had prepared Lucinda’s favorite foods, most of them being carb laden comfort foods at that, smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, baked Mac'n' cheese, cheese garlic drop biscuits, and cooked collard greens. For dessert Amber had made Boston Crème pie. She had it on good authority that good pie was the way to Lucinda’s heart. Leo had pretty much made his Mama’s pie himself but wanted Amber to take full credit for it. Amber was willing