Chapter 50 Operation cut the bullshit

• By day two, without Leo, Amberleigh was starting to go through withdrawals. In desperation, she found herself spending more time in the gym room, and even worse trying to strike up a conversation with Mr. Duvall. Her boredom had hit an all time low with that move for sure. His stiff responses were even more annoying and useless than Angelina’s.
• Grayson had slipped out with the sun that morning, or so she’d seen him when she crept to the kitchen to get a bottle of that fancy sparkling water. The other half lived with better water than the mere peasants and toilet paper that felt like wiping your crack with clouds. Both of which a girl like her could get used to indeed, as her asshole and digestive system deserved to be pampered from time to time. Like a voyeur, she’d silently watched the billionaire forgo that fancy ass latte machine and make himself a regular cup of coffee, double strength. She actually felt something for him in that moment of weakness, watching the man looking fucking exhausted with a bleary-eyed yawn. If he’d gone to bed at all last night, it certainly hadn’t been for long.
• She also noted he had no breakfast, even after Leo had prepared several dishes that could just be nuked in the microwave. Without his buddy around to keep his ass on track, Grayson seemed to be eating less, and sleeping less as well.