Chapter 36 Not today Satan

• Grayson came through the black walnut doors at precisely eleven-twelve p.m. that night, as Amberleigh had sat in that damn chair for three hours watching random videos on YouTube to pass the time. Somehow, she’d landed on videos about feinting baby goats when the Godwin finally walked in.  He loosened his tie and made a beeline towards his room, not even noticing her sitting in a chair she’d drug across the marble to sit by the fancy, wooden coat rack. If she was a snake, she would have bitten him. Hopefully, his snake would slither inside her nest tonight.
• “Mr. Duvall, please have Mr. Clemonte send some dinner to my room,” he yelled out, to the butler who seemingly appeared out of thin air.
• “Right away, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Godwin?”