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

  As Amberleigh glanced in her reflection in the mirrored elevator, she was glad she’d made an effort today for the billionaire sort of, at least clothing and makeup wise. She was wearing a tasteful blue, cashmere sweater that felt like a fucking hug against her body and cream colored rich lady slacks. Her makeup was tastefully done by the salon, like for a night at the theater rather than on a night on the street corner.  Her hair had some nice beach waves going which she smoothed down in the elevator as it plunged down one hundred and fifty floors to the lobby.  She just hoped all her time and efforts didn’t prove to be a fuckin waste after all.

                Once in the lobby, she placed herself strategically behind a statue which provided a view directly to the front doors. Of course, rich people couldn’t possibly open doors for themselves, a door man was responsible for that. At least he seemed happy with his lot in life, not to mention the tips being placed in his white gloved palm. She wondered how you got that fuckin job.

                She didn’t have to wait too long behind the statue of the some old dead, rich bastard, before she saw her target come off the elevator like a man on a mission, a sense of purpose to his movements. Really, was Grayson in that much of a hurry to get laid after she’d just given him head and pussy?  In all honesty, she had little right to be mad. She’s signed a contract with this man. Not a marriage certificate. But it was the principal of the fucking matter, the lie right to her face.

                If he was fucking someone else, at least tell her. She didn’t even need a name or anything. She just didn’t want to be strung along really. Didn’t want the playboy to making her false promise he never intended to keep. If this was never going to be anything but a job to him, just tell her the fuckin truth, no pretty lies. Even if this was to remain just a business arrangement, no reason they couldn’t mix business with pleasure.  No reason he couldn’t treat her like a human being and the sex could still be amazing regardless. Why settle for bland cuisine instead of going for the full five course meal especially when you were paying for it? Why not get your money’s worth?

                It seemed just when she thought she was getting a read on that man, he closed the book again in her face. She hated to think that everything that happened between them today had all been a ruse to make her happy. But then again, maybe Grayson Godwin really was just a manipulative psychopath or some shit. He was on the right meds for it.

                She was already creeping across the lobby slyly as the billionaire paused long enough to exchange a few words with the doorman.  It didn’t seem like an angry tirade against the peasant about his incompetence, but rather more of a cordial conversation by their facial expressions.The doorman nodded his head and smiled. And sweet baby Jesus the King actually smiled in return and gripped his subject on the shoulder in a friendly manner. Interesting indeed, fraternizing and touching his subordinates. She just wished she was close enough to hear the words being passed between them.

                The doorman shook Grayson’s hand before he let him out those shiny, glass doors. Amberleigh followed as close as she dared, unfortunately it left no time for own friendly banter with the doorman. The man was probably used to barely being noticed though. Her heels actually skidded across the smooth concrete outside the building, as she came to an abrupt to stop to find which way her target had gone.

                For a few frantic seconds, she was certain she’d lost him, and it was probably a sign to get her ass back upstairs, but then she noticed his thick, head of hair attached to his designer suit. He was headed deeper uptown, no doubt towards another swanky high rise for his booty call. Or one of the upscale hotels in the area. Maybe he had dinner reservations of a different kind at one of the elite restaurants.  But Amberleigh was more of the booty call, was this woman his number one? Or perhaps his side piece. A man like him could have any woman he wanted in this fucking city. He probably had multiple women he fucked and not that she would blame him for it. He was beautiful as sin and richer than God. Not to mention his cock matched the size of his impressive wallet. And he knew what to do with both of them.

                She tailed the billionaire for a good twenty minutes expecting him to walk into one of the many upscale places in this city at any moment.  It was a pleasant evening for mid-November. The weather somewhere in that delicious middle ground, which unfortunately made the streets even more packed.  It made her job easier to blend in but harder to keep tabs on him.  More than once she thought she’d lost him.

                But her being caught seemed less likely, as a man like him never looked back it seemed. Not once did Grayson glance behind his shoulder. It spoke volumes about his upbringing. Where Amberleigh came from, not watching your back was a luxury you couldn’t afford. Unless you wanted a knife or gun shoved to it. Or pulled off into a dank, dark alley to be robbed or raped, probably both. The only reason she’d got out alive, though not unscathed, was because her father worked for the Mad Hatter. And you didn’t want to fuck with him or his gang. The psychos ran the underworld of the Fringe, hell the underworld of the whole fuckin city.

                Perhaps the billionaire was up to something seedy? Drugs or hookers. Not that he would need hookers to get his cock sucked, but men like him loved control. And he could get away with doing whatever her fucking wanted to hookers for the right price. Probably torture and kill them so long as he paid their pimps well.

                 At least the Cobra Club treated its Pages and Goddesses well. Not every sex club in the city could say the same thing. She’d heard tales about The Rabbit Hole especially which made her skin crawl and freaked her the fuck out. Dark, brutal stuff. Like a rich politician liked to frequent  the place and was provided with young women to make snuff films with for his own private collection. He was rumored to be a member of Congress.