While Grayson showered, Amberleigh returned to the other man in her life whom was cooking up quite the spread. The panic room was fully stocked with enough provisions to sustain four people for at least a year. In the past, Mr. Duvall was the one in charge of making sure all expired items were disposed of and a fresh supply of food and other necessities were maintained. Amber wondered if that was what had given the mysterious butler his way into spying in the past.
She was still convinced Mr. Duvall seemed the most likely suspect. Someone had set up a feed to the security cameras without Grayson’s knowledge or permission. The source couldn’t be traced as it was an encrypted server, according to the tech from the security company back in December. Grayson had shut down the old system entirely and replaced it all with new. Added security measures made it unlikely to happen again, and the billionaire now controlled the stream of information in his own penthouse. They had yet to figure out the source of their invasion of privacy, but Amber’s money was still on the butler.
Courtney had access to Grayson’s bank accounts but not his panic room. That’s how little he trusted the cunt. Besides the heiress was dumb as fuck and not capable of the technological abilities it would have required. The maids were only granted access through Mr. Duvall on cleaning days, making it unlikely any of them had the time or privacy to have set up the remote feed. That left only some security techs, Leo, and now Amber with access to the panic room.
Grayson hadn’t given Mr. Duvall access yet, at least listening to Amber’s suggestion for a change. Not that he was entirely convinced Mr. Duvall was the culprit, but he was being more cautious and guarded these days. And with good reason for it of course. The Van Tessins were clearly out to get Grayson, eliminate him and thereby allowing his cunt wife to inherit all of his fortune. If they ever found out Amber was actually carrying Grayson’s rightful heir, then the baby’s life would also be in danger.
The evil bitch had been on a mission to create an heir of her own. Cuntney had been trying to pressure Grayson into fucking her. So far, the billionaire had evaded her unwanted advances. Amber had laid down the law with Grayson not to fuck or impregnate his cunt wife. And not just because Amber hated her and wanted Grayson for herself. Jealousy was the least of it in her opinion.
The stupid whore didn’t even care any child the billionaire produced had a fifty percent chance of being born with the mutated gene for Huntington’s. It was all about the money to the greedy bitch. Furthermore, a sick child would mean Courtney would get all the money to herself sooner rather than later. The evil bitch probably prayed for a sick offspring. She was fucking despicable.
Amber took her anger and revulsion out on a piece of bacon Leo had fried up. She jerked a chunk of meat off savagely between her teeth.
“That bad huh?” her chef asked.
“Not because of Grayson. I was thinking of something else. He actually broke my heart Leo, but I didn’t let him know it. He was worried he hurt me, even forced himself on me, and he wondered if it was because of himself or his disease getting worse.”
Leo sighed and set down his spatula, “Oh fuck. I know he’s had more tremors lately, but I think he has a reason to be more angry these days all things considered.”
“I know that Leo. And I assured him he didn’t do anything wrong. We all were having fun, into it. I think I convinced him.”
Amber took a seat in a chair around the small, dark wood table. She poured herself a glass of juice.
“I’ll talk to him later Love. We’ll do things differently this time around. Make sure he doesn’t suffer in silence and not tell us what’s going on in that head of his.”
She nodded, “Him even admitting that to me was a pretty damn good start.”
It was true, Amber had been surprised by Grayson’s candor in the bathroom. She hoped it would continue. That he would feel like he could open up and talk to her. Trust her. She was the mother of his child after all.
Speaking of the handsome devil, Grayson emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung low across his hips. Leo gave his friend a toothy grin as he stirred a bowl of batter.
“I’m making waffles. Pull up a chair.”
Grayson put his hands on his hips, “So let me get this straight, there’s a fucking waffle maker in here?”
“Yes. Because I added one. It’s certainly qualifies as a necessity.”
Amber snorted and munched on the yogurt, the closest thing she was likely to get to fruits this morning if the strawberries at the bottom counted.
“Well unfortunately I checked and there’s no change of clothes. An oversight on my part. Which also leaves us with a problem. It’s two sixteen p.m., which means my staff are here…”
Amber laughed again when she realized the predicament they were all in. Naked and trapped in the panic room at least until the staff left for the day. That or all parade out in the hallway naked or in towels.
“You see it as a problem, I see it as an opportunity. We can all hang out in here a few more hours until they leave,” she winked in his direction.
It was up to the billionaire if he was up for anymore fucking. Amber was game of course. Leo probably wouldn’t object either. But Grayson might not have been in the right head space, still feeling guilty and worried he might take things too far. Amber doubted anything he could ever do to her in the bedroom would compare to some of the bad shit she’d been through. She knew in her heart he'd never hurt her like that.
Like the time a john in the alley had left her bleeding from her vagina he’d gotten so rough. Amber was so sore, it had taken a few weeks before she could stand so much as a tampon up there. She’d resorted to giving blow jobs only during that time to support her oxy habit. She was surprised she’d survived past her teenaged years at all.
“Well I’m going to turn on the monitors and check things out,” declared Grayson.
Leo dumped some batter onto the waffle maker. A nice sizzle got Amber’s mouth watering and longing for more than just yogurt. And maybe some dessert of a different variety after breakfast.
“Suit yourself. But when the waffles are ready, your ass is joining us at the table,” said Leo.
Grayson sighed and walked over towards the monitors. That towel still clung deliciously over the pleasant shape of him. L-Dawg may have had the bigger dick, but G-Man had a plumper ass.
Of course, Leo looked equally as appealing right now. He’d thrown on an apron, but every time he turned away from her, Amber also got a nice peek of his bare ass. And it was also something to be admired.
Last night she had grabbed his firm ass a time or two. She’d also ran her tongue over the new, sensitive scars across his right abdomen. The scars hadn’t marred his perfect, tight abs, if anything had only added to his sex appeal in Amber’s opinion. And so far, Leo didn’t seem self-conscious about them either. Then again her chef usually wasn’t self-conscious about anything really. Man was fine and fucking knew it too.
Grayson fired up the monitors while Leo threw some more bacon onto her plate with a smile.
“Are you trying to get me fat babe?”
He chuckled, “Come on now, you’re eating for two. You look beautiful to me. I’m giving you dibs on the first waffle.”
“That’s just a misconception. During the second trimester you only need about three hundred extra calories a day, which you’ve already surpassed with that bacon,” said Grayson from the swivel chair in front of the monitors.
“And there’s the dick we all know and love,” snorted Amber.
He just shrugged with his back still turned to her. Leo shook his head. He put his hand atop hers.
“Don’t listen to that asshole. What do doctors know anyway Love? I like my ladies with meat on their bones.”
She grinned, “That you help to put there. You’re probably like one of those guys who has a fetish of getting their girl fat. A feeder. You want me like five hundred pounds and feeding me cake and fried chicken Leo.”
He slid a waffle fresh off the grill onto her plate. And covered it generously with syrup.
“I rather like the working off those extra calories part Love.”
Amber’s bare toes curled around the ledge of the barstool at the thought. After this breakfast, she’d definitely needs lots of cardio. He gave her a suggestive look, before licking his lips. Damn the things that man did to her heart and her pussy which was already growing moist again.
Grayson’s deep sigh diverted both their attentions. The billionaire had focused in on a person who immediately killed Amber’s mood and spoiled her appetite.
His cunt wife was pacing in her room. Courtney’s fake blonde hair was perfectly in place, piled half on her head, the rest flowing down her back. She had on a pristine white pants suit. Her makeup also had obviously also been done by her professional stylist.
Grayson clicked a button to allow the audio from the room. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“…never been so humiliated in all my life. I cried myself to sleep last night. He stood me up on Valentine’s Day Catrice! Daddy was so angry. I just…”
The stupid whore choked up for the benefit of her friend on the other line. But Courtney certainly didn’t look like a fucking woman who’d cried herself to sleep the night before. Nor were her eyes even remotely wet as she choked out some sobs.
“I told him he absolutely couldn’t treat me this way! That daddy wouldn’t allow it. Everyone at the restaurant kept looking at me last night and his empty chair and I couldn’t stand it Catrice! I ran up to my room and-"
The audio abruptly cut out as Grayson had apparently heard enough. He even zoomed back out of her room to a split view screen of all the cameras at once.
All the other staff was present and accounted for. Angelina was turning down the sheets in the master suite. Grayson liked the way she made his bed the most, like no fucking wrinkles. Janelle was dusting in the foyer, the maid whom Amber knew the least about. Maria was cleaning the kitchen counters, working around Courtney’s personal slave Helga. The elderly Swedish woman was preparing tea as the chef Francois would not be back to start dinner until later in the evening. And like hell would the ice queen make her own tea. Or wipe her own pampered ass.
As for the shady butler, Mr. Duvall appeared to be gathering up the articles of clothing to take to the dry cleaners. Amber could see he’d already moved the clothes from the den. She wondered if it had been done before Courtney got to the penthouse. If not the pile of assorted clothes must have been a dead giveaway of what her husband had spent the night doing. Or precisely whom.
Amber had no remorse or regrets. Grayson had spent the love holiday with those who loved him most. He’d been given the love and attention He’d deserved last night. And together the trio would face the fallout from it.
“That stupid cunt,” said Leo, “fuck that fake ass bitch! Don’t let her get to you Grayson. The truth will come out and she’ll rot in prison. The worse kind of hell for her, no botox and face lifts and asshole bleaches.”
Amber left her waffle behind. Shit was real when she abandoned food. She walked over and put a hand on Grayson’s shoulder.
“Are you sure you still want to do this Grayson? It’s not too late to finish those divorce papers. You don’t have to keep subjecting yourself to her crocodile bullshit,” she said.
His jaw clenched, “I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy that bitch and her father. To make them both pay for my brother. Nothing they put me through will compare to what they did to him.”
Amber didn’t have the heart to argue with him. Grayson had already suffered a lot thanks to Courtney and Hugo. He’d been snatched, held at gunpoint, beaten, deprived of proper food and water for days. His father-in-law had probably told the kidnappers to make Grayson suffer before they killed him. Or had those special instructions come from Courtney? Rage filled Amber. Both the men she loved had been hurt because of the Van Tessins callous greed.
“Well, we'll be right here with you the whole way brother. You’re not in this alone,” said Leo.
“I know. And that makes me even more worried. Adds more stress that either of you will get hurt. And it’s not something that sits well with me. You know I hate that either of you are involved in this fucked up mess.”
Amber squeezed his shoulder, “That’s what family is for Grayson. Togetherness in fucked up shit. So you’d better get used to the idea. Cause Leo and I are here to stay.”
Leo grinned as he took another waffle off the grill, “For better or worse brother.”
“Till death do us part,” Amber added.
She gave her billionaire a kiss on the cheek. His words were barely above a whisper, but she heard them regardless.
“That’s what I’m fucking afraid of…”
Amberleigh had thought seeing her men both naked, hard, standing side by side, awaiting her command, had been the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen. But them standing side by side , wearing little, and washing the dishes proved pretty fucking alluring. Amber got turned on just by watching Grayson and Leo clean up the efficiency kitchen in the panic room while they both insisted she didn’t lift a finger. A queen could get used to such treatment indeed. Amber propped up her bare feet on the black, marble coffee table with some sweet tea and enjoyed the show. She doubted the billionaire had done much cleaning throughout his life, while her chef on the other hand always cleaned up his own messes. Leo washed and rinsed while Grayson dried and put away. The friends talked shit while they did it, each claiming to have a faster and superior car in their collection. Amber took control of the remote for the big screen TV but wasn’t really watching the survival show it’d landed on. She was
The cunt didn’t storm out of the penthouse until nearly seven p.m. that night. Probably off to bitch and whine to her parents over dinner about what a poor mistreated wife she was, looking for attention and sympathy. But Amberleigh sure enjoyed fucking her husband and hoped someday she got to tell the bitch that face to face. Grayson was an excellent lover to those he wanted to make love to. He was a good man to those he gave the pleasure of letting behind his stone walls. And she felt privileged to be given the chance to know him in that way.Amber looked forward to the day when she could say all the things to the cold heiress that were bottling up inside her. It would come right before she got the honor to watch Courtney’s fucking world crumble around her Jimmy Choo's. To make the cunt feel even a fraction of the pain she’d put Grayson through. But then again, the heiress had to have a heart to have actual feelings. And Amber was starting to doubt there was anything inside the bitch
Amberleigh would have liked to have said she’d gotten another good memory to store away for a rainy day. That both her men had pleased her, took her on the counter with some hot, steamy passion that only further heated up the kitchen. That the trio had created a nice video on the security cameras to watch later for their viewing pleasure. The type of footage to get off to.She would have also liked to have said she’d successfully kept her vow not to allow hate to consume her. But none of the above things happened unfortunately. Because Leo had pulled off her pants and Grayson had lifted her unto the counter before them, but the front door had fucking opened. The clack of heels against the marble had ruined their fucking moment. Ruined everything like always.Amber had jumped down and pulled up her pants, her hands practically shaking with rage. Leo said it best when he said, “Stupid bitch cunt!” Amber agreed with that assessment of the woman who entered the kitchen shortly thereafter.
February slipped into March almost without warning. Amberleigh decided that time really did fly when you were having fucking fun. Spring was in the air, hints of it already appearing like the pollen in the wind, as new life was just around the corner. The weather grew warmer, and nights in the safe room grew oh so hotter for the trio.Grayson had convinced Amber to wait just a bit longer before he took her to view her garden in person for the first time. He wanted all the flowers in full bloom first, wanted it to be perfect for her. But the flowers were not the only thing blooming, as Amber’s belly grew. Her pregnancy hit week sixteen, then seventeen, and then the cusp of week eighteen with no problems. Baby girl was growing right on track perfectly. And Leo and Grayson were there by Amber’s side every step of the way. They all eagerly awaited that first kick from their precious miracle.It had been hard to keep the babies sex a secret from Leo, especially after her sixteen week scan.
Two weeks, that was the length of time Amberleigh and Grayson made it without any major fights in their new relationship. Two weeks of cohesion, love making, and smelling the roses. But all honeymoon periods came to an end. And well the billionaire fucked up badly indeed.Amber had to give him some credit at least, for coming forward and admitting what he’d done before she found out about it on her own. Leo had gone to see his mother, apparently the two of them were scheming something that was a surprise. Amber was horrible with surprises and had already tried to get it out of him. But her chef refused to spill the beans despite her interrogation tactics which had included fierce tickling and spanking.Amber had been in no mood to have dinner with the cunt that night, even with Grayson present as a buffer. She had opted out of the meal Courtney’s chef Francois had prepared. Instead she’d taken a walk in the park and took a tour of the food trucks without shame. But not alone, as her f
Amberleigh ignored whatever Courtney said next and pushed past the bitch. She’d already wasted ten minutes of her life she’d never get back listening to the stupid hoe. Amber entered the panic room a few minutes later after the cunt had retreated into her room slamming the door behind her. No doubt she would call up one of her friends to do her poor, pitiful, mistreated me routine. It was stuck on repeat around here and Amber had grown fucking tired of it indeed.Amber strutted over to where Grayson sat in front of the monitors, feeling pretty damn good about herself. She grabbed the chair and spun it around until he was facing her. Before he could so much as get a word out, her lips were over his and she slid into her billionaire’s lap.She ran her fingers through his thick, brown locks, tousling it as her lips molded to his. His fingers cupped her jaw, tilting her head to the side, forcing her to open to him deeper as his tongue dueled with hers. Before she knew it, her fingers were
Amberleigh let the words Grayson had just told her sink in for a moment. Surely he was fucking kidding. No way he would have done that. He knew the fucking rules and had agreed to them. That sad feeling inside her quickly morphed into anger.“Excuse me? Come again? Because it sounded like you said you fucked Courtney last night. But I know I must be fuckin' hearing things.”He sighed and shifted on the edge of the desk.“I did what I had to do to protect my family. If it's any consolation, I didn’t enjoy it. I fucked her with the lights out and I barely touched her.”Amber laughed, “Barely touched her other than with your dick inside her you mean. Why the fuck would you do that Grayson? We agreed you wouldn’t fuck that bitch! You agreed!”“I did it for us. For you and our daughter Amber. I had to get her off my back somehow. To pacify her.”Amber jumped to her feet, “Get her off your back by getting her under you? How fuckin’ noble of you Grayson to fuck the woman who tried to have yo
After Grayson’s angry exit, Amberleigh did all those things she thought about in the panic room. She took a shower, cried, cussed the billionaire out while she paced Leo’s room, ate her body weight in pickles dipped in peanut butter, and broke shit.Well it was actually an accident when she broke that ceramic Mario Leo had made in the seventh grade and she felt really badly about it. She’d thrown her smart watch a bit overaggressive onto his desk on her way to the shower and took out the iconic plumber like a bowling pin. She cursed Grayson some more, this time in Italian, as she tried to glue it back together.She’d nixed her original plan to break shit for the very reason she was in Leo’s room. The thought did cross her mind to go into the billionaire’s museum of a bedroom and just let loose. But seeing as most of the collection had once belonged to his grandfather, then Adam, it seemed like a very shitty and disrespectful thing to do no matter how angry she was at him. Some lines s