Amberleigh followed Leo inside the building. They were greeted by a cheerful and light-yellow lobby with stained windows. It was quite lovely the way the light filtered in and cast the colors on the wall. The furniture looked cozy and clean, not stiff and hard. There was even a child sized table and building blocks. A self-service latte bar for the grownups. And a minifridge with apple juice and water for the kiddies.A few people waited in the lobby, a couple most likely looking to buy a home as they glanced through a catalog, and a man appearing to be here for a job interview. He clutched his briefcase and tapped his fingers nervously, a sheen of sweat across his brow. Leo put on an award winning smile as he swaggered up to the receptionist. She was maybe late twenties, appeared to be of Indian descent with caramel skin and long black hair braid on the side. Her brown eyes were large and luminous. She was a ten easily. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Clemonte Development. I’m Aadhi
Leo had gone quiet, the color drained from his face, and a death grip on the steering wheel in front of him. It seemed the chef needed something to hold onto, as the Ferrari was still parked in the Clemonte Development garage. Amberleigh preferred tears or curses to this shocked, scary silence.She’d had about an hour or so longer to process the grim news. In a way, Leo was handling it better than she had. But then again, he was still stunned trying to process it. No doubt the screaming, despair, and rage would soon follow. It had happened in that order for Amber.Her eyes left a shaken Leo long enough to read the message on her watch a second time. Mr. Godwin paid the Kellerman law firm a $50,000 retainer fee to begin divorce proceedings. Mr. Godwin also began making revisions to his will, making his parents the beneficiaries of his estate and all his assets, removing his wife from his current will. There it was. The undeniable proof at last.“You were right Leo. It wasn’t just a co
Amberleigh and Leo decided to make a quick pit stop back at The Cobra Club to collect the money Head Goddess was so graciously loaning to the cause. They wanted to keep up appearances and Leo wisely suggested they actually collect all the ransom money. They needed Courtney to believe they were still giving a hundred and ten percent in their efforts. Grayson’s life depended on it right now anyway. He would be an instant dead man if the kidnappers thought otherwise.Amberleigh’s goal was to slip in and out of the club as quickly and quietly as possible. It was closing in on sundown and she needed to hit the streets in the cover of darkness. She used the back passages in the club and avoided all the popular hotspots. She could still hear a remix of Christmas music blaring from The Rainbow Room even from the bypass of the inner workings of the club. But all be dammed if some nosy, ass snitch didn’t see Amber creeping through the employee passages. Because when Amber made it out of the c
Amber felt good on the way up to the penthouse. She could totally do this, piece of fucking cake. Leo tried to be all manlike and carry all the bags of dough on his own. Amber shut that sexist shit down rather quickly and snatched up several bags. She was regretting that decision a bit, as she began to lose feeling and circulation in her arms, but her fucking pride refused to hand over even a single bag to Leo in the elevator. She forced a smile and insisted she could handle it.Leo wasn’t expecting Courtney to actually do something like open the door this time. He didn’t even bother, just dug out his key. Amber dropped the bags in the foyer rather quickly and rubbed her sore shoulders when Leo wasn’t looking. The chef’s attention was focused on finding that traitorous snake.Amber followed Leo down the hall as he peered into the den. No sign of the bitch rather than dirty dishes she’d left behind. The heiress couldn’t possibly be bothered to clean up after herself. Amber hated her
It came as no surprise to Amberleigh that Courtney had made zero effort to clean up her fucking mess. That went beyond just the kitchen. The bitch had made minimal efforts at best to raise her husband’s ransom money. And it seemed unlikely the evil cunt would have a change of heart and call the whole murder her new husband plot off. It wasn’t like she was used to getting her hands dirty anyway. She was used to letting others do it for her. And that was unlikely to fucking change.They found the heiress seated on the barstool scrolling through her smart watch. She’d given up on working the latte machine. And apparently had ordered herself some overpriced coffee, set to be delivered to the lobby. What. The. Fuck.“Leonardo, I just wanted to inform you, the doorman will probably arrive soon to bring my Starbucks order up. I also called that maid and told her we needed her here tomorrow for a couple hours in the morning.”Leo leaned down against the counter. Amber could see the visibl
It was the billionaire’s face that Leo and Amberleigh were hoping to see when the screen came into full picture mode. But disappointedly, they got a view of one of the kidnappers instead. The same man again apparently, who’d been appointed for the all the screen work it seemed, by his voice and stocky build which stretched the dark clothes on his frame. Once again, the bastard was also wearing a black ski mask with just the slit for his eyes open. Dark, deep pits with little humanity to be found in his gaze. This man had also sold his soul long ago it seemed.This time Amber tried to study him with a critical eye as possible. He had a broad nose which overtook most of his face by the shape of it beneath his mask. Some gold chains caught the light around his neck, expensive and thick ones at that. But her most valuable discovery came by watching the man pace in front of the camera to deliver his speech. Because he clearly had a limp.Leo had not bothered to black out the camera featur
Amberleigh and Leo took a while to try and process, understand, sort through their emotions on the kitchen floor. Grayson had given up. He was depressed. He was feeling miserable from the withdrawals, both of which put him in a bad state of mind. He’d already told Amber he was exhausted not only with this diagnosis looming over him, the symptoms which were already beginning, but also from the pressure of living up to the expectations placed upon his shoulders. And Grayson was only twenty-four-years old.Grayson saw this as a way out. He never wanted to become a burden. To have to be cared for by others or lose all the parts of himself that made him who he was. More importantly, he didn’t want Amber or Leo or anyone else he loved to have to go through it either. To watch him go from an independent, reasonably healthy man in the prime of his life turn into someone else, some angry, bedridden stranger with no quality of life. In the billionaire’s mind, this was the perfect opportunity. I
Amberleigh spent some extra time getting ready to hit the streets. She tried to channel some of her old back alley whore days when she was scantily dressed in clothing she altered from the local women’s shelter, smelled of cheap perfume and desperation. She was still very much desperate these days but dressed better and smelled far better too. And well, there wasn’t that whole hungry as fuck thing and chasing her next high.Fuck. Maybe Leo was right after all. Maybe she no longer had a place in that world. What if she could no longer handle it as her ass had grown soft? She hadn’t spent the last five years wondering where she was going to get her next meal or sleep that night. She hadn’t had to beat many bitches or bastards down in the last half-decade of her club life either. Amber may have lost her touch and get her ass beat by some hoe tonight thinking Amber was trespassing on her street corner.But instead of freaking the fuck out, she added another layer of eye liner and hiked h