Chapter 23- Splintered

Viola came by to sit with her son every day until the end of that first week. While Grayson loved his mother dearly, he’d soon grown tired of her company, not just because he hated to be taken care of, but also because of the stories his mother brought with her. She and Amber grew closer as the hours passed and their lips never seemed to stop moving, much to the surly billionaire’s chagrin.

But Amber loved every fucking minute of her company, got satisfaction from the flushed cheeks or aggravated sighs from Grayson that his mother’s stories often caused. And she had the best stories indeed. Amber would tuck herself into the armchair by Leo’s bed and listen to Viola spill all the embarrassing anecdotes, often laughing until she peed herself a little. The stories were worth pure gold. Even though Leo often made an appearance in them, the chef never seemed to get embarrassed by their retelling and often added juicy details of his own. He seemed to enjoy the trip down memory lane while hi