Amberleigh didn’t see Grayson for the next few days and she began to get the vibe he was purposefully avoiding her. Even when she got up before the sun did, their paths didn’t cross, as if he waited until she went back to bed to leave or left the apartment while it was still dark out. He may not have come home at all some nights, perhaps crashing at the office, or at another woman’s place? That angered her more than it fucking should have. She didn’t own him, but he owned her pretty much. But Amber couldn’t do her job if the most important piece of equipment wasn’t in operation.
However, she was getting to know Leo quite well and more than once she found herself daydreaming, she’d signed the contract with him instead. Every day they got together in the kitchen for a lesson and a chat. Seriously, Leo was like that gay best friend girls hoped to find, without him actually being gay. Because it was clear the way he talked, he was a boob’s man alright.
The first days the
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?” “Have Mr. Clemonte send my nightly tea in as well.” “Yes sir.” Mr. Duvall helped Grayson out of his suit jacket and folded it carefully over his own arm. No doubt it
By the time Amberleigh made it to the door, she’d already missed some of the words passing between them, obviously. But she still caught the gist of it, the good, meaty bones. “…invited her here and you’re treating her like shit. You’re being a total dick. It’s not her fault, so stop fucking taking it all out on her man.” Next came the sound of a slamming door, perhaps a closet or armoire or something, because she could still hear Grayson clearly. He obviously hadn’t moved into the bathroom. Deep exhale, “Yeah, well I’m under a lot of fucking pressure right now Leo. We are about to close the expansion deal any day now. And I’m up to my eyeballs in PR shit related to the incident in New York last week. Things will be better when this shit calms down. But in the meantime, I’ll make an effort to be nicer to her.” “I don’t give a fuck about your expansion deal or publicity shit, I care about you man. And you are working yourself to death. You need some ti
Amberleigh stole herself a piece of pie from the kitchen and devoured it in her room. That shit was fantastic, no surprise there. Leo could tempt her into doing whatever he wanted in exchange for this pie, all he had to do was offer. Maybe the way to Grayson Godwin’s heart was his stomach, not his pants. Afterwards, she took herself a nice, long soak and mulled over the events of the day. Grayson told her in the beginning, it wasn’t her place to ask. Well fuck that. Sometimes you had to fuck the rules or let yourself get fucked by them instead. Besides, if Grayson was a crazy fucker on some type of antipsychotic meds, no way she could just hand over an innocent kid to him. Poor kid couldn’t get two sets of fucked up genes from both its parents. She had to get to the bottom of this alright. And the sooner the better. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. Amber yelled “Just a minute,” before she got out of the tub and quickly dried. She th
Grayson had known the girl would be an inconvenience, but he hadn’t expected her to be so persistent, trample over the clear boundaries he’d established, and literally ambush him. At first, he had barely noticed her chasing him down the hallway, before she threw herself at him. She’d embarrassed herself yet again, clearly not getting the message he would let her know when he had use of her and the services he’d hired her for. Leave it to bleeding heart Leo to get himself involved. Even though the two of them had been friends since they were barely out of diapers, Leo intervened when he thought a great social injustice was occurring. That was the way the chef had always rolled, a humanitarian, and it seemed his friend had found himself a new cause to take up, perhaps a new distraction since the end of his engagement. He had asked him to keep an eye on the girl after all. Now it seemed that was backfiring, and Leo was getting a bit too close for comfort. Not that he co
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 mone
Angelique was shorter and rounder than Amberleigh expected, but the woman knew her shit. And her hair was on point, a sleek, black bob that Amber really wanted to touch, but resisted the urge in fear she’d come off as a weirdo. The last thing she wanted was charges pressed against her or tossed out on her ass. Rules to live by in her books, never ask a woman when she’s due and never touch her hair or belly without fucking permission. All of those rules Amber had found out the hard way in her life. The worst of which when at fifteen she’d asked her new foster mother when she was going to have her baby. Elaine wasn’t pregnant and got so highly offended, Amber had a rough go at that house for a while afterwards with the worst chores and sleeping arrangement. Lesson fucking learned. Most of Angelique’s dresses were actually gorgeous, not the kind that looked like the marshmallow man’s slutty daughter or that scraps of leftover fabric had been thrown together by
Amberleigh had just assumed Leo would take her back to the penthouse following her private fitting, but she noticed they headed to midtown instead. Even though the open windows were wreaking havoc on her hair, she couldn’t help but stick her head out the window just a bit to feel the air on her face. Like a fucking dog, though canines were certainly onto something with their choice sexual position, (Amber couldn’t decide if her favorite was doggie style or reverse cowgirl). It wasn’t something talked about much at the club, but rumor had it a certain Goddess tended to use dogs in her performance, dogs and peanut butter. Enough said. Of course, Amber imagined other things striking her face besides the air. Though now in her daydreams it was a mocha colored dick she imagined instead of vanilla. And she knew the man driving in the leather seat beside her, with his aviator shades on, had lots to do with her chocolate coated dreams of late. “I just wanted to thank y
Even though it was school and business hours for many in the city, the park was still fucking packed. Mothers with their fancy ass strollers sipping lattes, chatted with other bored, desperate housewives, as their toddlers ate the sand and ran around like wildebeests. Couples spread out picnics on the grass, the men no doubt hoping to get laid later for their efforts. Artists had their easel set up randomly throughout the park, vendors serving their greasy or gluten free overpriced products, joggers running to and fro in bringing their spandex game strong as fuck. And who could forget the dog walkers being drug behind the purebreds owned by the rich ass people too good to clean up their dog’s shit? Leo looked like he was in Heaven. He took a deep breath of that melting pot of smells ranging from boob sweat to roasted nuts. He headed towards a cart and bought a hot dog with all the fixings and ignored Amber’s refusal as he placed a dog in her hands as well. &nbs
Luckily, Amberleigh’s stomach had settled and she didn’t blow chunks in Leo’s Porsche. They made it back to the penthouse without incident, well beyond Leo torturing her delicate ear drums with another rap song. She was very fond of the chef, but unfortunately his singing wasn’t something likely to grow on her over time. Now his cooking was another matter entirely, perhaps it was the reason her belly seemed a bit more bloated lately. Or perhaps that was another reason entirely. A reason Amber didn’t particularly want to think about. In fact, her heart was already pounding in her chest as she and Leo went their separate ways inside the apartment. He headed towards the kitchen whistling a merry tune while she made for her stash of pregnancy tests in her bathroom. But before she made it past the main foyer, a voice called to her from the den. “Miss Dubois, join me in the den,” said Grayson. Leo stopped in the archway to the kitchen, “Hey G-Man, didn’t
It was during one of their late-night pillow chats, a couple nights before Thanksgiving, when Grayson informed her about the fertility clinic he’d found. This came as both of them still lay panting in their post orgasm bliss after their game that night had involved a good old fashioned vibrator. They lay side by side, his fingers skimming over her naked body leaving goosebumps behind as he spoke. “As much fun as I’m having beautiful, it would be nice to get back to slamming my cock inside your moist cunt. So I must inform you, I’ve found a clinic that seems to fit our needs. It’s in Spain, has a very high rate of success, and caters to many high-profile clientele where discretion is paramount. They can get us in next week.” Amberleigh propped herself up on one elbow with a grin, “Sounds nice. But let me get this straight, you just assume that once the deed is done and I got a bun cooking, I’ll want to keep fucking you Mr. Godwin? That’s a bold assumptio
Grayson’s musical talent was just another new discovery Amberleigh learned about the billionaire as he became less statue like and more like a real fucking human being. He was far from perfect, controlled, and she liked his quirks and imperfections. For instance, he hated the sound of cellophane, made him full on cringe, so naturally Leo made it a point to crinkle the shit whenever in Grayson’s presence. Grayson had to turn the volume up on things to even numbers only and well he was ticklish as fuck on the bottom of his feet. How Amber came about that particular piece of knowledge happened during one of their nightly games. It soon became their favorite game to play late at night when the sun was down as well as their inhibitions. It was called I can get you off with just my…The object was to pick one object or body part to use to get the other all hot and bothered. Bonus points if you made your partner actually come with just the chosen object or body part alone. B
Over the next couple of weeks, it certainly wasn’t all rainbows and cuddles following the airing of the dirty laundry in the penthouse, but Amberleigh could definitely feel a shift in the atmosphere. No longer so tense and secretive, it just felt lighter and not so fucking stifling. There was a more openness among them which she was grateful for. Less conversations stopped when she entered the room. And in turn, she learned several things without having to resort to breaking and entering and spying. Well it certainly also helped when you now spent most nights in the bed of the man you once creeped on. Pillow talk and late-night confession were the best she’d come to find many times over. For example, to the outside world Cole Godwin was a hardened man who carried around a black notebook to keep tabs on shit you done to use against you at some point. Also rumored among his employees to be an alcoholic who got the shakes towards the end of the day and too much of a worka
Amberleigh let Grayson and Leo have their moment before she decided to take back control of the conversation and steer it back on course. Her bladder was about to explode, her stomach felt like it was beginning to eat itself, and she still had several other terms to discuss regarding her arrangement. She cleared her throat, “Excuse me gentleman. It does matter Grayson. Stop living like a man without fuckin’ consequences. And start living like a man with something to lose. Stop being so selfish and think about how your bad choices affects the people who love you.” “Fine, I’m listening. So, I get how your terms benefit me, but tell me Amber, what’s in it for you?” he posed. “Well besides the pleasure of your company, the main drawl has to be the use of your private chef,” she grinned and Leo chuckled, “and of course that two million you promised me G-Man. It should be chump change to you. I agree to be your surrogate, but on my terms.”
Amberleigh stood frozen on the threshold of the master suite. Leo gave the billionaire another shake before he felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. To Amber, it was like watching a fucking bad movie, disconnected and in another world entirely. At least until Leo turned to look at her and the fear was clear in his eyes. But when he spoke, his words came out strong and unwavering. “I can’t wake him up. And his breathing is too slow. Help me move him to the floor.” Amber snapped out of her daze and ran across the room where Leo was already grabbing Grayson under the shoulders. She grabbed his limp legs and helped Leo heave the dead weight onto the floor. He was solid and heavy as fuck. Grayson didn’t so much as twitch or move. Still. Almost lifeless if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe we should move him to the bed instead?” she suggested. Leo was already down on his knees arranging his friend on the
Amberleigh stood frozen on the threshold of the master suite. Leo gave the billionaire another shake before he felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. To Amber, it was like watching a fucking bad movie, disconnected and in another world entirely. At least until Leo turned to look at her and the fear was clear in his eyes. But when he spoke, his words came out strong and unwavering. “I can’t wake him up. And his breathing is too slow. Help me move him to the floor.” Amber snapped out of her daze and ran across the room where Leo was already grabbing Grayson under the shoulders. She grabbed his limp legs and helped Leo heave the dead weight onto the floor. He was solid and heavy as fuck. Grayson didn’t so much as twitch or move. Still. Almost lifeless if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe we should move him to the bed instead?” she suggested. Leo was already down on his knees arranging his friend on the
After their moment of solidarity, Leo said those magic words to Amberleigh any girl longs to hear. “Are you hungry? I saw you left your dinner untouched on the counter. Let me feed you.” She grinned at the chef, “Mr. Clemonte, could you get any more perfect? You know me so well.” “Well let’s take care of this right away Miss Dubois. I can whip you something up. You can join me in the kitchen or I can serve you dinner in bed…” She knew he didn’t mean it in a sexual way, but it still made her heart beat a little faster indeed. Grayson had never delivered on his promise of dessert after all. And she was fucking starving. But Leo’s food was on par with sex no doubt. Well almost, depending on who was doing the feasting that is. “Let me wash my face and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll go get started and I can assure you, you won’t be disappointed Miss Dubois.”
Amberleigh was feeling the buzz of the vodka as she made her way to her room clutching the bottle like it was a lifeline. And she surely needed it to get through tonight. She was going to drink until she couldn’t think about a fucking thing. Until she was nothing but numb and happy. God knew she needed it tonight to forget all this heavy shit. She took another drink from the bottle as she eyed her half-packed suitcases adorning the bed. Thoughts of the billionaire and his unfortunate situation were still barging into her pounding skull. The remedy she held in her hands. She sucked down more of the bottled salvation as she staggered towards her bed. She suddenly felt fucking exhausted. She allowed herself to collapse upon her bed making sure not to lose the bottle she hugged to her chest next to her heart. She remembered the sound of Grayson’s steady heartbeat, but for how much longer would it beat? She took another drink. Amber fell int