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

                Over the next two weeks, it became clear to Amberleigh, she was back to square fuckin one with both of the new men in her life. Leo was still giving her cooking lessons, and being friendly, but there was a noticeable change in their relationship. No longer such flirty banter passed between them and he was keeping her at arm’s length. He wasn’t around the penthouse as much either. It was no doubt a domino effect from the night of that cursed masquerade.

                Even though Grayson was physically more present in a sense, and despite the moment they’d shared the night of the party, nothing had shifted or changed in their relationship either. It was back to business as usual. He would come home from work while the sun was still out and immediately hole up in his room until Leo forced them all to sit down to a family style dinner at night. During dinner, they all seemed more like strangers forced to share small talk on a subway to pass the time.

The reason for Grayson spending less time at the office was thanks to his mother. It seemed that Viola Godwin had caught wind her son had fainted from exhaustion, so the matriarch had set some ground rules which would be followed. Her son was not to be let into the Godwin corporate headquarters before eight a.m. nor allowed to stay past six p.m. in the evening. No weekend hours and the terms were non-negotiable either. It wasn’t up for debate as the woman had even instructed security to escort her son out if need be to have him abide by his curfew.

Of course, not that Amberleigh saw more of the billionaire these days, but actually less over all. It was Leo’s absence she was feeling the most, morning even, especially in the beginning. At least until she scolded herself for ever becoming so dependent on him in the first place. Amberleigh knew she could count on no one save herself. Even Leo had proved that in a sense. Despite the numerous times she’d tried to apologize to him in the days following the masquerade, something had been broken between them. Something that couldn’t be fuckin fixed.

For the first week or so, she’d thrown herself a fuckin pity party,  feasted on carbs, shut herself up in her room watching bad T.V. and swearing off dick altogether. She had been feeling incredibly home sick as well. It wasn’t just the sex she missed from her life at the club, because God knows all of it wasn’t that fan-fuckin-tastic, but it was more of the companionship.

Even though Ebony was a bitch, difficult at times, she had been Amber’s bitch, her best friend. She missed their late night chats over even dumb ass things like who had the bigger dick between Godzilla and King Kong. Just sending her friend photo-shopped pictures and texts, wasn’t the same thing. It was a cheap ass substitute for sure.

For a couple weeks, Amberleigh had even lost that boring, vanilla sex which did nothing at all for her. Just as expected, Grayson didn’t come knocking on her front door while her monthly visitor was in town. He didn’t even attempt to visit through her backdoor either, not like she was expecting him to do such a thing anyway. Hell, he barely even came in her front door as it was.

When her red tide had ended, Amberleigh had returned to Dr. Gainey’s office for a follow up visit. It was also done during the cover of darkness, though this time she wasn’t subjected to so much medical torture. Just an unpleasant pelvic exam and pelvic ultrasound. At least the lube was warmer this time.

Dr. Gainey advised her to track her periods diligently and send him that data. The good doctor had passed along to Grayson when he believed Amberleigh would be ovulating. He recommended the broody billionaire to fuck her two weeks following the first day of her period. He assured Grayson that with more data from the return of her regular cycle, they could pinpoint the time of her ovulation more definitively. Heaven forbid Grayson would have to stick his dick in her more than necessary to get the job done. He certainly was into putting in overtime, no sir.

But Amberleigh was a resourceful girl indeed. Sure warm, hard dicks were pretty to look at and all, but often came with hella problems attached.  She didn’t need a meaty dick to get off on anyway. She had a nice bag full of toys which never let her down. Never back talked. Just pop in a new battery and get down to it every night of the week.  For Amberleigh, self-service was the name of the fuckin game.