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
Amberleigh made herself scarce during Dr. Gainey’s visit that morning. And it seemed Leo was taking his job of babysitting Grayson’s ass very seriously. He’d essentially grounded the billionaire to his room. He was kind enough to give Amber reports throughout the day where Grayson was concerned. Macho guy had actually drank all that rancid shake to spite the chef and consumed one of those nasty duck eggs. But he did gag and throw up in his mouth a bit afterwards, according to Leo, and there was a certain satisfaction in that for fucking sure.Amberleigh wasn’t even sure how to describe the lunch Leo prepared for him, but it seemed to be tofu and grass, as Grayson hated Tofu. She’d overheard him bitching about it to Leo her first morning here. But she wasn’t giving him any pity. He should have taken better care of himself like eating and sleeping, which should have seemed like a fucking no brainer.Just as promised, Leo pulled himself away from his charge that afternoon to take Amber
By the time Amberleigh and Leo rolled back into the penthouse that evening, the party planner and her crew were already there beginning set up for tomorrow night’s masquerade. Grayson was out of his lair and overseeing the preparations. While he looked less like a corpse, he was still sporting a decent sized knot on his noggin.Grayson didn’t greet her as usual, as she came in carrying a black garment bag carefully. He was standing in the archway to the sitting room overseeing the crew emptying it of furniture. He was imposing for someone so young and gave off that don’t fuck with me peasant vibe. Leo reminded his pal to take it easy and no heavy lifting. Then with a devilish smirk, Leo patted Grayson on the shoulder and announced he was going to go prepare his dinner. The billionaire did not look pleased to say the least by Leo’s enthusiasm. It seemed the large space in the sitting room was to be the pinnacle of the masquerade ball. It could easy contain it in the mammoth space and
Grayson gave Amberleigh a side eye as she got on the adjoining treadmill. She couldn’t help but glance at his numbers and the man could fucking run and do it well. He was clocking in at ten miles an hour and had covered three miles in twenty minutes. Barely broken much of a sweat either. The boy had stamina and could probably go like the energizer bunny in the sack. If he actually wanted to fuck the girl with her legs spread before him anyway. He could do so many things well, too bad he was a shit person. But most of the pretty ones were.He’d also burned over four hundred calories. Leo wouldn’t be pleased at all. The Godwin was supposed to be resting, hydrating, and getting proper nutrition. This certainly wouldn’t do. She and Leo were in this pact to torture Grayson together after all.The gym had a nice size flat screen mounted on the wall, designed that way intentionally, as it was a break in nothing but glass along the otherwise windowed space. It offered a fantastic view of the
Amberleigh decided to clean up as much of the evidence as she could, burying the empty wrappers down in the waste bin, and scrubbing the traces of blood off the pristine marble floor. She even went as far to flush the bloody gauze down the toilet bowl in the bathroom attached to the gym.Grayson limped over to the weight bench, carrying his ice pack with him. She watched him slide some weights onto each end of the dumbbell.“What are you doing?” she asked.“I’m finishing my workout. I thought it obvious by my current position.”“Don’t you think you should get some rest?”Grayson picked up the ice pack off the bench and positioned himself under the weights. She couldn’t help but laugh as he decided to just slide the ice pack down inside his shorts to rest atop his crotch. She was debating offering to massage it for him. It only seemed fair after all given the circumstances. And a massage with her tongue certainly wasn’t off the table either.“I’ll get some rest when I’m finished here.
Amberleigh slept in the next day. When she finally did drag her ass towards the kitchen, it was nearing three p.m., and the penthouse had been completely transformed. The party planner Estella and her crew had certainly been busy while Amber had drooled and snored half the day away. The joint first resembled a walk through some creepy ass woods starting at the front door. Tall, real as fuck looking twisted trees bent together to form a thick, canopy beneath which guest would ascend towards the sitting room. Fog machines were strategically hidden inside these foam husks, and when the sun went down, they would add an eerie mist enshrouding the guest’s feet along the path.This twisted road of trees led partygoers directly to the sitting room, which now resembled the front of a dark castle. Like a Goth or vampire’s wet dream come to life behind those black, stone looking doors. The room had really come together from the night before. Along with the caged creatures, dragon fountain, and
Amberleigh decided to break her own no shave rule, at least for this special occasion. Even though her dress skimmed the floor, her pits would be on view if she raised her arms. Not that she was expecting a whole lot of action tonight anyway, but judging by the way Grayson shaved his chest, he was probably into hairless girls as well. Not that hairy wasn’t entirely out these days as body positivity and a woman’s right to choose was all the rage. To shave or not to shave was the question.Of course in places like The Wastes, shaving wasn’t really a necessity, and razors were used as weapons to fight off bandits and the infected. So there was that. At least the girls out there had an excuse to look like Sasquatch. There was a very well hair endowed Goddess back at the Cobra Club who had quite a few regulars, men really liked to pet her. She even had a beard, but Amber would never be that bold.It turned out the chef’s surprise was a crew to do Amber’s hair and makeup for the event. The
Amberleigh found it a crying shame that Ivanna and Peach couldn’t stay for the party, as they had several other bookings on this Halloween night. They were gracious enough to help her get into her dress before they left though, as the second piece made it more of a two person job. They both seemed jealous when they found out the gown was an original of Angelique Grimaldi. Then Peach launched into a story about fucking Angelique’s assistant. It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway. Leo had tipped his cousin off the theme of the masquerade was dark fairytale, so Ivanna had planned her makeup according. When Amber glanced at herself in the full length mirror in her room, she legit barely recognized herself. The Spider Queen was alive and well bitches!Her eyes were in smoky shades of grey and black, her cheeks perfectly contoured to give her more definition than God had given her. Ivanna hadn’t bothered with fake l
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