The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

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 fuckin doubt. But was it because Grayson was jealous? Or just mad as hell that it seemed she and Leo were on the fast train to derailing the contract?

“I think it best for all parties involved Miss Dubois if you retire to your quarters for the remainder of the evening. Leo and I will come up with an excuse to cover your absence. It is too much of a risk to allow you to mingle with the guests, as you obviously know some of them intimately.”

“Of course sir, we certainly wouldn’t want to hurt your reputation now would we? But if you could be a dear and have Leo smuggle me some food in here, you won’t hear a word from me from the rest of the night sir.”

Amberleigh reached down and undid the strap to her stiletto and allowed it to clatter to the floor. Grayson had already retrieved his empty glass and was headed towards the door. He certainly didn’t want to spend anytime save the bare minimum with her. At least his limp had improved.

“I think its best if you and Leo stop spending so much time together. You are still free to carry on your cooking lessons with him, but just know my staff will be keeping an eye on you, Miss Dubois. And will report any inappropriate behavior on your part directly to me. You would do well to remember you are legally bound to a contract. Do I make myself clear?”

Mother fucker was taking the only good thing in this fuckin penthouse away from her. And she doubted it had anything to do with jealousy, no it was Grayson’s massive ego at stake and his need to control everything and everyone around him.

“I may just be an uneducated whore from the fringe sir, but I do know how to read. And I do know that it takes more than sticking your tongue down someone ones throat to make a baby. So yes sir, I understand perfectly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get out of this dress. Feel free to show yourself out.”

                She doubted most people would dare to speak to him that way, but she didn’t give a fuck. The worst thing that could happen at this point already had. If he cancelled the contract and sent her packing, it would probably better than facing the next eleven months without Leo. She felt the burn of tears in her eyes as she turned away from him. Like hell would she let him see her cry. But girls like her never got a happy ending anyway.

                The click of the door shutting told her Grayson had left the room. She threw off her gloves and wiped at her eyes. She was trying to undo the damn zipper to her dress when her room door opened once more. She expected to see Grayson back to give her a piece of his mind for her insubordination. Or maybe even Leo to apologize for kissing her and telling her it’d been a mistake. That was the story of her fuckin life anyway.

                “Don’t get dressed on my account. I heard there was entertainment at this party. And everyone knows the King gets the first turn. Long time no see Amberleigh,” said Jackson.

                He was grinning at her as he threw his suit jacket across the white Victorian couch. Well this night just kept getting fuckin better and better! She really wasn’t intoxicated enough for this shit!

                She sighed and considered nailing him right between the eyes with her shoe.

                “Jackson. What the fuck do you want?” she asked.

                He walked closer, unbuttoning his shirt as he crossed the room. His intentions were pretty fuckin clear.

                “Oh I hear I’ve been missing out. Looking good. Seems you’ve fucked a lot of dicks to get here, but then again you got around back in the day too.”

                “I guess that makes two of us then, huh Jack.  So, are you even going to ask about your kid? You know the one you abandoned like a little pussy?”

He laughed, “Oh for fuck sake Amberleigh, as if you have a clue who the father was. I mean it was a long list of possibilities. You’re legs spread easier than butter and nothing has changed.”

Typical douche Jackson. Nothing had changed really, beyond his more ample gut and the concealer he was wearing to cover the bags under his green eyes. His brown hair was shorter than it had been when she'd last seen him, as back then he'd often lived on the edge of his prep school dress code violations to feel like a thug. Now he had some stubble on his oval shaped jawline. But once an asshole, now just a bigger one. He still had a small dick though.

“Get the fuck out of here you piece of shit! Go back to your rich girlfriend. I doubt the poor girl knows you’re here. But she’ll catch onto your shitty personality before too long. They always do.”

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t want me to fuck you Amberleigh. Just like old times. Lucky for you I don’t mind taking out used models on a test drive. That’s the reason a white trash bitch like you is at this party anyway.”

“Hell no. That ship had long since sailed. Never again. Now take your tiny dick and be gone you bastard.”