All Chapters of The Arrangement : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

Courtney giggled again as she made her way off the path and over to the edge of the pond. She eyed Amberleigh from head to toe, and she could just guess the internal dialogue going on in the other woman’s head regarding her appearance, split ends, cheap perfume, sweater dress from Walmart, gold digging whore. “I thought that was you!” Courtney said as she leaned in and kissed Leo on the cheek, “long time no see Leonardo. Not since your Father’s Labor Day mixer as I recall. And who is your new friend here, I don’t think we’ve met.” Her fake ass, thin smile wasn’t fooling Amber. Her eyes said go back to the trailer park where you belong skank. But Leo threw an arm around Amber’s shoulder and pulled her close into his delicious abs. Yummy, the chef also smelled good enough to eat. “Courtney, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Amber Dubois.” “It’s a pleasure,” said Amberleigh extending her hand towards Courtney. Courtney eyed he

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 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