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

After her steamy encounter with Leo, literally in the fuckin sauna, Amberleigh had to take a cold shower when she arrived back in her room. She refused herself the release she knew would come if she envisioned Leo’s glorious, naked body. It was dangerous to start using him as the object of her lust filled fantasies, in case she made that dream into reality.

And she oh so wanted to fuck him. She was staring to have less fucks to give about breaking the contract, as she would have enough money to pay back the billionaire, whatever he was supposedly out because of her. But what she didn’t want to break was his friendship with Leo. That would be a bitch move indeed to come between them. Leo had promised his loyalty to his friend on this matter, and she didn’t want to be the reason Leo broke that sacred promise. Even though it fuckin sucked balls.

She made a vow to try and distance herself from Leo as much as possible. That would prove fuckin difficult though, and he would know that things were now weird between them. But she didn’t want to lose his friendship. She wouldn’t be able to bear a year here without it. So, she would she just have to make a greater effort to make things remain platonic between them. No longer undressing him with her eyes was a good fuckin start. Of course, now that that’d seen him naked, she no longer needed to leave it up to her imagination. His body had exceeded her expectations for sure.

Remember that old fuckin adage about being careful what you wish for and all that jazz? Well Mother Nature heard Amberleigh’s pleas to stop thinking about taking Leo in the kitchen, or gym, or every other room in the penthouse, and presented Amberleigh with her monthly gift the next morning. Both a blessing and curse, as it freed herself from Grayson for the next weekish and would make her less turned on.

She had always seemed to defy logic in that regard, as many girls seemed to be hornier while bleeding like a stuck pig.  And period sex was surprisingly not a deal breaker for many more men than one would expect.  But when her red tide was in, she felt like a bloated walrus, who longed to do nothing but wallow around on the shore in misery.

Ever since her first cycle at the ripe old age of ten, she’d been blessed with the whole plethora of nasty symptoms those text books scared the fuck out of girls over. Mood swings check, cramps like uterus being shredded from inside out check, heavy bleeding likely needing a transfusion check, and no will to live or move check.

Thank God for health class or Amberleigh would have thought she was dying for sure when she was awaken from her sleep with bloody sheets and horrid pain that first time. In that foster home, the Dad was an abusive asshole, and she dared not go into the room to awaken her foster Mother because of it. So at three a.m., Amberleigh had wadded up toilet paper in her underwear and made the trek to Papa Gino’s carryout while clutching her stomach. She had been overwhelmed by the choices and mortified when the helpful man behind the counter gave her the kind his wife used, and threw in some pain relievers, along with a bar of chocolate on the house. He even locked up the store to walk her home. He was good people.

Amberleigh also wondered if this was karma for making the butler get her ice cream and feminine hygiene products the other day. She forced herself out of bed, downed some ibuprofen, shoved a cork in it, and drug her ass to the kitchen to meet Leo. A deal was a deal after all. And she would enjoy a bit of payback.

Leo looked far too cheerful for this hour and despite having little sleep, he greeted her like they hadn’t seen each other naked only a few hours before. He put her to work and she gagged at the sight and smell of some awful blend of only god knew what Leo concocted in the blender. She almost felt sorry for the billionaire when Leo gave her honest to god dandelions like you would pluck from a field and instructed her to cut off the stems. By the look on her face, he gave her a laugh and explained the weed was packed with vitamins, minerals, and fiber. The stems were to be a garnish to the “special eggs” he was boiling. But the highlight of Grayson’s meal was no doubt the special blend shake Leo prepared for his friend which looked like puke and smelled like unwashed armpit.

She and Leo made small talk as they made breakfast, and he promised to take her to her fitting later. He also whipped up a batch of the most amazing looking berry crepes with cream cheese filling and slid her one on a plate in front of her. Her mouth watered and she devoured that thing, then a second in a matter of mere minutes. Leo spared a few minutes to have one of his own, along with a shot of wheat grass which she gave him hell about. Of course, he convinced her to take a shot of her own, and she gave him hell about her gag reflex being triggered. She would prefer her gag reflex to be triggered during funnier activities thank you very much.

 She noted when the chef loaded up Grayson’s breakfast tray, he wasn’t given one of the tantalizing crepes. Besides the dandelion stems fanning out around his eggs, the rest of his breakfast didn’t look so bad. Just fruit and Greek yogurt.

“He has to suffer,” Leo explained, “I mean eat well. Crepes are just empty calories.”

“Eggs and weeds? Is that the best you got Clemonte? The shake is a nice touch, but overall I must confess I’m disappointed in you,” she teased.

The grin Leo gave her in return spoke of mischief as he picked up one of the eggs floating in bowl on the counter. He cracked it and Amberleigh watched the juices run from it. But it wasn’t until Leo cracked its shell and she got a peak inside, she nearly lost her crepes.

“Oh sweet Jesus, what the fuck is that thing Leo?”

“This is known as Balut eggs. A staple in Asia really. And the Philippines. It’s chalked full of antioxidants, calcium, iron, and protein. Extremely popular with pregnant women over there.”