The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (good novels to read TXT) 📕

                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 Grayson’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.

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. And she had no immediate plans to do so either. It was a mercy she was even showering at all, because that hadn’t been written into the terms of the contract either.

Tonight she kept it simple, vanilla bean, although there was quite the extensive collection of cold culinary delights to be found in the freezer. She had little doubts who kept that fridge so deliciously stocked, as Grayson didn’t even fuckin eat it seemed, at least when Leo wasn’t around. And no surprise, her boy Leo had excellent tastes. Good fuckin thing he was due back tomorrow before her afternoon fitting with Angelique. Was it bad, that the man Amberleigh was looking most forward to impressing in her dream gown was Leo? Forbidden, gorgeous, scrumptious Leo.

She sighed as she shoveled another bite of ice cream in. She hoped he returned in good spirits and things weren’t fuckin awkward. She had enough of that shit already with the master of the Penthouse. And speaking of the devil, as if on some cue, he ambled into the kitchen.  This time he was wearing pajama pants beneath his robe, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed her perched on the stool by the island.  She gave him a grin.

It was hard not to feel something for the man, who looked like he was on full on zombie mode. She’d seen people, coming down after being awake for three days due to amphetamines, look better than the billionaire did at the moment as he staggered toward the coffee pot.

                “Hello. Couldn’t sleep either I see Mr. Godwin?” she attempted.

And he said nothing. Ignored her completely. And just like that, her empathy was dying and her anger was making its presence known. He was a fuckin douche, no matter if her pussy could make his dick explode or not. Not a fuckin thing had changed. And it didn’t seem likely it would.

She finished her bowl of ice cream as he brewed himself some coffee and stared off into space. Well fuck him. She was over it. No use to keep extending the olive branch when he already had a stick firmly shoved up his ass.

Her stool scraped loudly across the tiled floor as she got up, and she enjoyed his cringe, his irritation at the sound. She placed her bowl in the sink and washed it quickly. There was no need to leave it for the maids when she was more than capable. The room was soon filled with nothing but the sound of the coffee dripping into the pot, and the rising tension brewing between them.

She made to leave the kitchen, just walk past that asshole resting up against the counter with his coffee cup eagerly awaiting his liquid salvation, when that bitch inside her, refused to let it rest. Refused to be silence any longer, after days of being treated subhuman. Even Jackson hadn’t been such a thoughtless dick as Grayson, and he was hella hard to beat. At least that motherfucker would talk to her, even if he was also just using her for sex.

“Did I do something to fuckin offend you?” she asked, “Because this silent treatment routine is getting stale.”

He seemed thrown by the question, before anger took back over his features. He sat his coffee cup down against the counter with a resounding clank, nearly shattering the porcelain.

“I have no idea what you are on about. Need I remind you again, Miss Dubois the nature of this arrangement?”

“Oh no sir. You’ve made it perfectly clear, this is strictly business. No pleasure tolerated. But nowhere in the contract I signed did it say anything about me being treated like a piece of furniture sir.”

He exhaled deeply, ignoring her as he filled up his coffee. But like hell was he going to brush her off that easily. She waited for him to fix his coffee and have a drink, her arms crossed, back resting against the counter, like a physical barrier. And like hell would she allow him to retreat.

When he realized she had no intentions of backing down, he was forced to either retreat himself or answer her. And a man like Grayson Godwin wasn’t going to back down. No, he had far too much pride to ever do such a thing.

“You are being rather dramatic Miss Dubois. I’m a busy man. I don’t know what you were expecting out of this arrangement, but I’m fulling my legal obligations. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Miss Dubois, I have things to do. Goodnight.”

The fucker turned his back on her and walked away. Oh hell no! Fuck this shit! Fuck his legal obligations. How fuckin rude! He was a man used to doing whatever the fuck he wanted, and no wasn’t a word he’d probably ever heard.

“No,” she said simply.

It was amazing the power such a small word could have, as Grayson turned back around to face her.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“No. I don’t agree to that you are fulfilling your legal obligations in this arrangement sir. You ask that I treat you with respect. You ask that I don’t ask you any questions. But I’m not afforded that same level of respect in return, sir.”

The fucker actually had the balls to laugh, “Respect? You’re a whore working in a sex club. You have no respect for yourself, Miss Dubois, and yet you expect others to respect you?”