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.
She took her book along with her and immediately placed it back in front of her face. That way Grayson couldn’t see her shit-eating grin. She could hear him preparing himself as she pretended to read her book. He dropped the lube on the bed beside her, not even able to bring himself to touch her pussy with anything other than his cock.
She turned the page on her book and didn’t even look at him as she spoke, “Oh that won’t be necessary. I took care of myself already. So by all means, precede sir.”
He
Amberleigh found it more than a coincidence that when she ambled into the kitchen the next morning, she found a note from Leo saying he had family business to take care of and would be away for a few days. He promised he would be back in time to take her to her final fitting with Angelique Grimaldi. He had prepared her a few dishes ahead of time he’d left in the freezer and fridge and also take out menus for restaurants nearby. He’d also taken the time to star items on the menus he thought were worthy of her palate, as well as cross out ones he thought were lackluster. He even scribbled her little notes on the menus here and there, such as tastes like a yeast infection, or eat this and you’ll shit your brains out. Well, this sucked balls, as she realized how fucking codependent she’d become on the chef, and not just for feeding her, but also help keeping her sane. She couldn’t help but wonder if the moment they had the night before at the restaurant h
Amberleigh decided to forgo her nightly ritual of bathing and shaving before Grayson’s visit and she felt no remorse over it. Of course, she didn’t skip out on her pre-Grayson-masturbation which had become her ritual now. Why waste perfectly good lube? And why not fucking get something out of it each night, why should only the billionaire be getting something out of fucking her each night? Equality was the name of the game now bitch! It wasn’t like the Victorian ages or some shit back when women were sexually repressed and made to feel dirty and shameful for enjoying sex and wanting pleasure. It was certainly a man’s world back then where women were supposed to obey, do everything to please their men, and just lay there and take a cock without getting anything in return. It was all about the men and making sure they finished and a woman’s sexual needs didn’t matter, a woman who liked sex and wanted orgasms was considered a dirty whore. Well fuck those double standards
After the latest stunt she’d pulled in the bedroom, Grayson knew his surrogate was toying with him. But what the fuck was she trying to achieve by such games? Did she really think she was the one in control here? Well, he’d have to remedy that right away. His word was law, especially in his own home. And he’d show her just who was the boss. But he was still intrigued by her goals in such endeavors. Was this all a misguided attempt to make him actually fall for her or something? Surely the girl from a sex club couldn’t be delusional enough to believe this business arrangement between them would ever evolve into something more? It was most likely a ploy for the girl to get her claws sunk into him, to seduce him, and try and take him for all she could. He couldn’t necessarily fault her for showing behaviors that had aided in her past survival, using her body to get the things she wanted. Like an animal trying to survive in a less than hospitable environment. She’d had to adapt
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 look
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 Po
Not that Amberleigh was complaining when it appeared Grayson wasn’t going to show that night, because after she’d spent hours scouring the web for more info related to his meds, she was more conflicted than ever about this arrangement. Unfortunately, the medical conditions these drugs were commonly prescribed to treat were a long list indeed. Without more info, it would be nearly impossible to determine exactly why Grayson was taking them. Grayson could be a schizophrenic, bipolar, depressed, have OCD, or suffering from general anxiety disorder, and those were just the tip of the mental health iceberg of possibilities. He could also have epilepsy or a host of other neurological disorders such as Parkinson’s Disease, Muscular Dystrophy, or Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, just to name a few. Several of these medications he was taking were usually used in combination to treat symptoms of neurological diseases. The Tetrabenazine was used to manage uncontrolled m
Amberleigh hadn’t done much, but she’d worked up quite the appetite after her tumble through the Egyptian cotton sheets with Grayson. She had a bounce in her step as she made her way to the kitchen to refuel. She could still feel the billionaire’s warm juices inside her, leaking out into her cotton panties. Of course, her own juices were now in that mix, though they’d been late to the party. Even after freshening up her downstairs, it hadn’t been enough to ebb the tide of come spewing from both of their eruptions. Thank God she wasn’t ovulating yet or that would be like twins or something. She made herself a nice heaping bowl of ice cream, despite already having some from McConnell’s earlier. The butler had never complained about such an undignified task and she’d dumped the feminine hygiene products beneath her sink. She had actually broke out the Summer’s Eve vag wash for her shower earlier, but as promised, she hadn’t shaved not one square inch of her body. A
Amberleigh had only done this nurse shit during roleplay, therefore she had no fucking clue what the hell she was actually supposed to do during a legit emergency. Somehow, she didn’t think her roleplay training would come in handy in this current situation, as sucking the poison out would just be a sexual assault and frowned upon in modern society. So instead, she put her big girl panties on and tried to turn Grayson over onto his back.He was heavy as shit, but somehow she managed it. At least she could see he was still breathing, that was a good sign. He had a nice size knot forming on his forehead. She should probably like call an ambulance, as he could have like a brain injury or something. And people didn’t usually just faint for no reason. Though most of the folks she knew fainted for two reasons, too much alcohol, or too much drugs.She gave him a little shake to try and rouse him, but he was fucking out like a pledge at the fi
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