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

 Not that Amberleigh was complaining when it appeared Grayson wasn’t going to show that night, because after she’d spent hours scouring the web for more info related to his meds, she was more conflicted than ever about this arrangement. Unfortunately, the medical conditions these drugs were commonly prescribed to treat were a long list indeed. Without more info, it would be nearly impossible to determine exactly why Grayson was taking them.

Grayson could be a schizophrenic, bipolar, depressed, OCD, or suffering from general anxiety disorder, and those were just the tip of the mental health iceberg of possibilities.  He could also have epilepsy or a host of other neurological disorders such as Parkinson’s Disease or Muscular Dystrophy, or Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, just to name a few.  Several of these medications he was taking were usually used in combination to treat symptoms of neurological diseases. The Tetrabenazine was used to manage uncontrolled movements such as tremors or involuntary jerking, which could indicate a host of different diseases.

Amberleigh was torn between feeling sorry for the billionaire and wanting to punch him in the face. Not all the mental illnesses or neurological disorders could be passed on to offspring, but there was still a chance he had something that could. That type of information should have been disclosed from the beginning.

And furthermore, if he had some awful disease his kid could inherit, why the fuck wouldn’t he have done this surrogacy contract legit? Technology existed that could insure only healthy eggs would be implanted into Amberleigh’s womb to avoid such a situation. Just what else was he hiding? It just didn’t make sense, a man loaded with more money than most third world countries, and possibly some awful disease, made a shady deal with a prostitute to make a baby? There was more to this story. And she would find out what the fuck that was.

She was half-asleep when Grayson stumbled through the door, and through squinted eyes she gazed at the old fashioned cherub clock by her bed. It was three-seventeen a.m. Damn, he was hella late, or hella early depending on how you looked at it.

 She had been holed up in her room for hours, had only emerged to grab food around midnight, and to her knowledge Grayson hadn’t been home then. Not that she would necessarily be aware of all the comings and goings in the Penthouse, but the front door did chime when opened due to the top of line security system. Despite the late hour, he was in true form, showered, and stiff as a board beneath his robe.

She sighed, but said nothing as she assumed the position. This time she settled for just the classic on her back, as she was too tired and had not enough fucks to give to bend over. He didn’t say a word to her, but she was beyond caring. She knew it was possible to get knocked up by him, but it seemed a bit unlikely this soon as her body had been on birth control for the last five years. She hadn’t had a period or any of that shit, her body was still adjusting no doubt, and her cycle would normalize eventually.

That would probably take some time for her ovaries to get their shit together and fall back into line, so the good doctor could track her ovulation. Therefore giving her more time to figure out just how fucked up Grayson Godwin really was, before he impregnated her.  Well in theory anyway. If she found out something fucked was going on here, she would find a way to break the contract. She’d fuck half the guys in Omega City if she had too. Well again, as she probably already had in her line of work.

Going into this contract, she hadn’t imagined she would long for the day, her ovulation was known, so then she would just be subjected to this bland sex for a specific window of time each month. She had little doubts in her mind, in the future, Grayson would only appear in her room when she was ovulating to try and get the job done. He certainly didn’t want to keep putting in overtime.

She brought her pillow to the end of the bed with her, and didn’t spare a glance at the pretty boy during the whole process. She put the pillow under her head, closed her eyes, and opened her legs. That would leave him to get his hands dirty and apply the lube himself, or heaven forbid actually have to speak to her.

She yawned and appeared to be falling back asleep. Grayson exhaled, but made no other attempt at human communication. A few seconds later, she heard the lid flip open on the cap of the lube, then that farting sound, as he squeezed a gob of the stuff onto her snatch. He made no physical contact with her body as he did this. As a result, she jumped a bit when the fuckin tidal wave of cold as fuck liquid hit her vagina, gushing down the slit between her legs and ass and onto the sheet below. Well, so much for just washing the fuckin sheets!

She got some secret satisfaction when his over application caused him a bit of problems.  Of course she carried on with her charade of attempting sleep, as the billionaire slid in, well around her entrance. Slippery when wet. She bit the inside of her cheek when he cursed, and finally a bit of physical contact, though unintentional, when he was forced to grab his cock and guide it inside her. His fingers skimmed against her clit, but it was over all too soon, brief, fleeting. But he had to touch her again, when he had no choice but to find something to hold onto, while he slipped in and out of her. Literally, as his thrust were so, well powerful.

Grayson Godwin wouldn’t settle for anything less, even decreasing the length and strength of his thrusts, so he didn’t pull nearly the whole way out of her, and then back in again.  He wanted everything his way, on his own fuckin terms. And well, when he’d used half a fuckin bottle of lube on her pussy, his strategy was certainly causing him problems with success and productivity. And she loved every fuckin second of it.