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The Arrangement Series

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Five years ago, Amberleigh Dubois was plucked from a slum and given a job in the exclusive Cobra Club. At the Cobra Club all your fantasies can come true for the right price .She's grateful for her position as one of the club’s goddesses in The Circus Room. One night a VIP makes an offer she can’t refuse. He's young, handsome, and one of the richest men in Omega City. And Grayson Godwin is also in desperate need of an heir. It seems too good to be true, two million dollars to have his child. Like a dream job to live in a swanky highrise, have sex with a hot billionaire, and get paid. No strings attached. But it seems the billionaire playboy has something to hide...
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Well, the fancy white gloves were fuckin off for sure! Shit was getting real. His words stung, but she refused to let them penetrate her thick skin. The bastard had far too much power already, and she refused to give him anymore.

“And yet, you were in need of a whore, were you not sir? Someone to keep your arrangement on the sly, someone who wouldn’t ask questions, someone who could be bought…What I expect, is for you to allow me to properly do the job you hired me for sir.”

He laughed again, “I should have known even this conversation was only about the sex and the money to you Miss Dubois. You can take the whore out of the whore house, but you can’t take the hoe out of the whore.”

If she wasn’t so pissed, she would admire his wordplay. His drop of his fancy, rich pretenses, and the glimpse of his other side. Just another one of the guys, who cut up and wasn’t such a stuck up little rich bitch boy, but unfortunately, both of them were sexiest dicks. And awful people apparently, one was just less formal.

She laughed, “It’s a good fuckin thing it doesn’t have to be good sex to make a baby. I’ve had better when I turned tricks in the alley back in the Fringe.”

Grayson stalked back across the kitchen. She hadn’t seen that look in his eye quite before. Not just anger, this was something else entirely. Perhaps a glimpse of some mental illness lurking just beneath the surface? Something dark, feral.

“Is that what you want? You like it rough? To be knocked around?” he asked.

Then without warning her had Amberleigh pinned down against the island as he bent her over it. He was jerking down her panties roughly. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Be careful what you fuckin wish for it seemed. She really didn’t know how to respond from this out of character display of his. Or perhaps, this was who or what he truly was.

He held her against the counter forcibly, not that he needed to, because she wasn’t trying to get away. But he was asserting his dominance. Once her panties had been pushed down near her knees, his body was pressed in close as he shoved her nightgown up around her waist.

He was bent close to her ear, “Will this make you happy? Is this how you like it? You like it rough, don’t you? I saw the bruises and cuts on your face when you first came here.”

“Whatever gets the job done, sir.”

She expected to feel him shoving his dick inside her, but it never came. Instead he swore, let her go, and took several steps back. She didn’t know whether to be happy or angry over it. It had certainly felt wrong like this, not that she hadn’t been bent over a counter before. But not in this context. She pulled up her panties and righted her nightgown. Turned to him for an explanation.

“You should have more respect for yourself. I’m not some john fucking you in the alley. Or even paying for your services in the Cobra Club. I am not interested in any of your tricks or performance Miss Dubois. I have no need of them. If that is what you are expecting, you will be disappointed.”

“I understand sir. Thanks for making that crystal clear. I have no expectations of you.”

He nodded as if it were the end of the matter. He made to leave the kitchen, but he stumbled. His hand went to steady himself on the counter. Even as seething as Amberleigh was at the moment, she couldn’t help but noticed Grayson suddenly looked pale, and just not right. Before she could even ask him if he was alright, his body when slack, and down he went.

His head barely missed striking the end of the marble counter as he fell, and she instinctively moved towards him, though nowhere near enough to catch him. Not that she could have caught him as the billionaire was like a solid, wall of muscle.

He hit against the tiled floor with cringe worthy thud. By the time she reached him on the floor, Grayson Godwin was lying face-down, out like a fuckin light.

“Grayson?” she yelled, shaking him.

He wasn’t moving. Oh shit!

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