It turned out Leo wasn’t kidding about having dinner plans that night, though it wasn’t exactly a reservation. He took Amberleigh back to the penthouse and instructed her to put on a nice dress but refused to say anything else on the matter. She had hella questions about Courtney Van Tessin, but kept them to herself, though she certainly would broach that subject with Leo in the future.
Even though she knew it wasn’t a real date, it was nice to pretend, and she spent longer than she should’ve getting ready. She tried on every halfway decent cocktail dress she’d brought along, only to settle for the classy black number which hit just above the knee and was off the shoulder. She didn’t want to be an embarrassment to Leo after all. She was going for uptown, rather than the street corner tonight. She also kept her make-up classic, a foundation that matched her skin tone, light shadow above her dark blue eyes, but she let her lips pop a bit with some cherry lipstick.
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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