Chapter 40 Shoulder's high, tit's forward

• Amberleigh slept in the next morning, as she had no desire for an awkward morning after breakfast with Grayson. It was actually Leo who gave her a wake-up call around noon, as the chef came bearing a tray with French toast, fruit, a latte, and fresh orange and pineapple juice. Things were looking brighter already indeed. A girl could get fucking used to this for sure.
• He informed her to eat and get her ass dressed because he was springing her from the penthouse for a while. He refused to tell her where they would be headed and she acted surprised although she didn’t technically know where he’d be taking her to spend the Godwin’s money. Amber ate every last fucking crumb of her breakfast and decided she definitely needed to hit the workout room when they returned from the outing. Not that Grayson would give a fuck if she got fat, he probably wouldn’t even notice anyway. Last night had been cringe worthy and she’d even had better fucks when she was turning tricks for pill money back in The Fringe. It wasn’t the worst sexual encounter she’d ever had by any means, but it left much to be desired that was for damn sure.
• Amber showered and decided to make an effort, as she didn’t want to embarrass Leo by giving off that homeless vibe. She blew dry her hair, gave it a bit of volume, and dressed tastefully in a light cashmere sweater dress. She completed her look with leggings, boots, and a touch of classy makeup. The kind that hinted at barely there rather than screamed desperation and self-hatred. It was officially fall now anyway, so bring on the fucking boots and pumpkin spice shit.