Amberleigh knew she hadn’t drank enough liquor to deal with Grayson’s tantrum. She plopped down on the edge of her bed, as she might as well make herself comfortable, not to mention, her feet were aching in her designer heels. They looked good though, so what was a few blisters and loss of feeling in some of her toes for the sake of fashion?“Do I need to repeat the question for you Miss Dubois? Is there anyone at my party that you haven’t fucked?”“Yes sir, you.”He exhaled through clenched teeth, “And let me guess, you were just putting your tongue down Leo’s throat to play the part?”“I am a professional after all Mr. Godwin.”He paced back and forth across the marble, seemingly in an internal dialogue, and perhaps to control his emotions. Heaven forbid the Godwin was anything but cool, calm, and collected. It was clear she had gotten under his skin without a fucking doubt. But was it because Grayson was jealous? Or just mad as hell that it seemed she and Leo were on the fast train
Beating someone tended to make a lot of noise. Jackson was making noises as he was beaten to a bloody pulp and his foot collided with an end table sending a vase of white roses shattering against the marble floor. Not to mention Leo was still cursing Jackson out for his attempted rape, calling him every name in the book and threatening to kill him. And by the rage on his face, the chef just might kill him.Some thirty-something chick in a bird mask started to scream all hysteric- like as she walked by the room. It was her annoying screech that snapped Amberleigh out of her daze and sent her running across the room to try and keep Leo from killing her baby daddy. She definitely didn’t’ want Leo to go to prison for her. Jackson was barely moving and very bloody by this point.“Leo! Stop!” Amber yelled, “he’s not worth it!”Only then did Leo’s bloodied fist hesitate only inches above Jackson’s face as Leo made eye contact with her. Not that it mattered much, because several men swarmed i
Grayson knew his Halloween party would certainly be the talk of the fucking town this year. He didn’t know what the fuck he’d been thinking by allowing his hired surrogate to attend. He knew she was a liability with her history in the sex industry, but hadn’t realized the scope of the problem until she was recognized at his party by Ethan and Lawrence. Just how many of his family acquaintances had she fucked?And that was only the beginning of his humiliation. The way she made out with Leo in the middle of the dancefloor was unacceptable and uncalled for. That was more than just an act. His father would be on his case about it, that if Grayson couldn’t even control what went on in his own household, how could he be trusted to take over the railroad. His head hurt just thinking about the lecture he was sure to receive from his father. Quite a mess his surrogate had caused him. And he would be having words with Leo. There would need to be some ground rules and clear boundaries reiterat
Just like her nights of self-pleasure, Amberleigh’s daily life had fallen into a routine of sorts. First on the daily agenda was to practice her guitar loudly when Mr. Duvall was around. That was her favorite part of the day really, as she liked to drag her guitar up to the roof top garden, where he wasn’t allowed to leave her unsupervised. She tried to choose the most annoying songs known to man and butcher them over and over. It was his job to watch her after all, might as well make him earn his payAfter her jam sessions, she’d hit the kitchen with Leo for a few hours. Where things were not as fun as they used to be. Leo was still moping over fucking things up so badly with Elle and all those unresolved issues. Not to mention his feelings for Amber which were forbidden and inconvenient. She would try and cover the awkwardness with stupid jokes while the chef would be cordial and laugh. But it was often painful and clear things weren’t the fucking same between them.After lunch, Am
As Amberleigh put away the mostly uneaten dinner, then did the dishes afterwards, she refused to feel worried about Grayson. Like hell would she waste that energy on a man who treated her like a fucking dog, literally just throwing her small scraps of affection here and there. And to hell with begging for him to give a damn about her anymore. Those days were over. She was getting back her self-respect and dignity. Who she did spare some concern for was poor Leo, who was beside himself with worry as he scoured the streets of Omega City for his friend. The chef kept sending her updates and he seemed to grow more fearful as the hours went by without a trace of his thoughtless, shitty friend. Grayson wasn’t a real friend, he was one of those takers and users. The kind who bled you dry until you had nothing left, then expected more. Leo was too good for him. He was a bleeding heart, cared too much for his own good, and the world took advantage of people like him.But fuck no was she going
As for this ungodly hour, Amberleigh attempted to wind herself down from the whole Grayson drama. Leo wouldn’t be the only one having a conversation with the master of the penthouse when he sobered his ass up later. After Mr. Duvall brought her a bottle of sparkling water, just as promised, she decided to chill the fuck out in a nice, warm bath. Hell, she was going all out as she poured in fancy oils and shit, lit some candles to place around the ledge of the huge ass tub. She immersed herself and it felt divine indeed. A much needed and welcomed escape from the day and it was only like five in the morning. She cleared her mind of all her nagging thoughts, closed her eyes, took a deep breath of those essential oils, and just enjoyed the warm sensations allover her body. At least until she heard her bedroom door open. Fuck! Really? Worst fucking timing ever, as she only knew of one person who thought himself above knocking. She wasn’t feeling this shit at the moment. Grayson really
Amberleigh’s whole body quivered with anticipation waiting for the billionaire to make his next move. Would he push himself deep inside her wet cunt? Get right down to business. Or maybe use those magic fingers of his some more to both torture and pleasure her. Right now, she was down for pretty much anything truth be told. This was a long time coming indeed. But his next move was a surprising one indeed. He looked right into her eyes before he put his lips to hers. It wasn’t a savage kiss. It was slow and dreamlike, like a warm summer day with nowhere to be and all the time in the world. There was even a sweetness and gentleness to it which she hadn’t thought him capable of. His fingers were soon entwined in her hair, but his kiss stayed at that same lazy pace. Her mouth opened to his eagerly, but he kept his tongue to himself. Not that she was feeling too disappointed though, because his fingers began to trace over the contours of her body. Not to mention his hard cock was sett
Grayson let gravity do some of the work as he slid Amberleigh down the slant of the tub, she eagerly opened her legs to him, and welcomed his cock as it slid inside her. Honestly, it was thoughtful of him to try and give her vag time to adjust to his massive girth and length, as his thrusts were slow and teasing. But maybe it just more of him being an ass again, torturing her, because she longed to feel him deep and hard inside her. Even her pussy it seemed was growing impatient. She tightened herself around his cock and thrusts her hips towards him, a sign to get a fuck on with it already. But the bastard actually laughed at her and her tactics to try and get him revved up. She wanted him pounding her pussy all the way to the finish line. But it seemed the billionaire thought slow and steady was the way to win this fucking race. His strokes were long and lazy like, completely exiting her, before slowly entering her again and again.She would have lodged a complaint if not for the
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