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
As soon as Amberleigh made it back to her room, she wasted no time dialing Leo’s number. She felt a bit guilty calling him at three a.m., but knew she’d feel even more guilt if she didn’t. And besides, if anyone could get some answers, it was Leo. But the question remained, would he share those answers with her? Especially now that things had just become hella awkward between them.So maybe she could just snoop and possibly overhear what the good old doctor had to say? She would have to be resourceful if the men in the penthouse tried to keep her out of the loop. It wasn’t a surprise it was Dr. Gainey the butler named, the same doctor who had violated her for hours at Grayson’s request. She really wasn’t looking forward to seeing him again, as it was far too soon, and she didn’t trust herself with sharp objects around him. Medical torture was so not cool, neither was not respecting patient’s rights. The doctor was guilty on both
Even though Amberleigh had lost count of the number of naked men she’d seen thus far in her life, seeing Leo in all his naked glory still stopped her in her tracks and brought a flood of heat to her cheeks. And heat somewhere else too. You knew this situation was bad, when the chef recovered quicker than the whore did, with an easy grin as he grabbed his towel off the bench. Yeah, he had no reason to be ashamed about, because holy fuck, that boy was ripped in all the right fucking places! And well, the chef gave the king of this castle a run for his money on the size of his endowment. She would need to see their assets side by side for comparison, to see which truly should wear that fucking crown. Even the way he wore his towel slung so low across his hips, that delicious V peaked out, hinting at even more yummy things below, and it made her pussy begin to weep. And holy hell, he had tats! God, she wanted to tongue that cross on his right bicep. She wanted to tongue other places on h
After her steamy encounter with Leo, literally in the fucking sauna, Amberleigh had to take a cold shower when she arrived back in her room. She refused herself the release she knew would come if she envisioned Leo’s glorious, naked body. It was dangerous to start using him as the object of her lust filled fantasies, in case she made that dream into reality.And she oh so wanted to fuck him. She was starting to have less fucks to give about breaking the contract, as she would have enough money to pay back the billionaire, whatever he was supposedly out because of her. But what she didn’t want to break was his friendship with Leo. That would be a bitch move indeed to come between them. Leo had promised his loyalty to his friend on this matter, and she didn’t want to be the reason Leo broke that sacred promise. Even though it fucking sucked balls.She made a vow to try and distance herself from the hot chef as much as possible. That would prove fucking difficult though, and he would kno
Leo was acting as Grayson’s fucking warden. And it wasn’t hard to figure out who called him, as Mr. Duvall respected his bosses privacy and discretion. His surrogate, though he used the term lightly, kept sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong. Amberleigh Dubois was to blame for Leo now breathing down his neck and not giving him a moment’s peace. He should have never brought the girl here and this arrangement was going to hell.He let things get out of hand this morning. He lost his temper and control of his emotions. He acted repulsively and considered apologizing to his surrogate. Even if she had provoked him, he should have never tried to take her so roughly. He had felt the way her body stiffened beneath him, the change in her tone. She hadn’t enjoyed it, nor wanted it in that context, and he felt remorse over that at least. The girl had suffered abuse in her life, and he had behaved abhorrently. It would never happen again. He would remain in control around her. Grayson was
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