Chapter 46 Check-fuckin-mate

That night while Amberleigh was reading a book she’d lifted from the den, and trying unsuccessfully not to think about Leo, Grayson slipped in her room without so much as a knock. Like he owned the place or something. It was just on the cusp of eleven, and just like before, the billionaire was newly showered and already standing at attention against his cotton robe. “You’re home early tonight,” Amber said as she scooted to the edge of the bed.