Chapter 49- More Questions

As Amberleigh tried to pull her thoughts together after being caught with her pants down so to speak, it became clear to her in about three seconds flat that the billionaire was drunk as fuck. Exhibit A was his red rimmed glossy eyes and his once perfectly oiled hair now stood out like wings on the side of his head. Exhibit B in her case in the matter of intoxication, Grayson’s meticulous suit was half unbuttoned, his tie hanging around his neck fucking backwards, but exhibit C was the most damming evidence at all, he was smiling. Not the feline type of smile of a cat about to storm the canary cage, but of the canary blissfully unaware it was about to be eaten as it tweeted its joyous song.

Amber was the fucking cat alright, ready to tear the intrusive bastard apart.

“It worked. I knew you wouldn’t answer if I called you from my number,” he stated, “you look wet. Bad time?”

“When wouldn’t be a bad time to have this conversation with you, you bastard? What the fuck are you calling me f