Chapter 51 Just who the fuck is this guy?

• Amberleigh ascended the fancy, carved spiral staircase, holding her breath at what she might find when she reached the top. Her mind was swirling with lots of possibilities, but it was unprepared for what she found. She almost preferred it had been a body or a torture chamber. Because that way it would have been easier to try and remain unattached to the elusive, cold billionaire. Their arrangement was meant to be no strings attached after all. And nothing more. But that nothing more was becoming harder, at least on her end anyway.
• The first thing that caught her eye was a tie-dye beanbag, so out of character for the rest of the master suite, and even the whole penthouse. The bag was faded and careworn, and even had an indent in the center, as if it seen a lot of ass in its time. She couldn’t help but immerse herself deeper in this enigma tucked away in The Godwin’s private chambers.
• A desk built into the wall held a variety of boyish odds and ends such as a model Porsche, a faded baseball glove, some old baseball cards, some collector sneakers, an old school boom box, and comic books. A beat-up hockey stick was resting against the side of the desk.