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

                Amberleigh slept in the next day. When she finally did drag her ass towards the kitchen, it was nearing three p.m., and the penthouse had been completely transformed. The party planner Estella and her crew had certainly been busy while Amberleigh had drooled and snored half the day away.

 The joint first resembled a walk through some creepy ass woods starting at the front door. Tall, real as fuck looking twisted trees bent together to form a thick, canopy beneath which guest would ascend towards the sitting room. Fog machines were strategically hidden inside these foam husks, and when the sun went down, they would add an eerie mist enshrouding the guest’s feet along the path.

This twisted road of trees led partygoers directly to the sitting room, which now resembled the front of a dark castle. Like a Goth or vampire’s wet dream come to life behind those black, stone looking doors. The room had really come together from the night before, along with the caged creatures, dragon fountain, and curtain alcoves, dark, iron candelabras with blood red candles, the windows blacked out with heavy, dark drapes, and the icing on the dark cake was the dungeon.

The medieval dungeon was set up in the smoking room just off the sitting room. It had a variety of wicked looking torture devices including a brazen bull, Iron Maiden, and a torture wrack. Of course these pieces were just for show, and guest could entomb themselves in the iron maiden and not be impaled by real spikes, and the flame beneath the brazen bull was CGI. Amberleigh couldn’t help but climb inside the bronze bull through the hinge which opened in its mouth. She wasn’t claustrophobic of course, but it was still a bit of a tight fit. People were fucked up that was for sure, to come up with this shit.

And that was where Leo found her, with her head sticking out of the Iron Bull, trying to get her ass out of it. It had been much easier going in. She had felt a brief moment of panic, and debated yelling for help. Either this replica was not to scale, or people were malnourished back in those days, or she was fat. Either of those were all viable options. She heard laughing. She knew that sound well, as Leo was the only man in the Penthouse who actually laughed.

“Need a hand?” he grinned, “I’ll run and grab the butter. We’ll grease you up and have you out in no time.”

“I blame you for this. Stop making pasta damn you Mr. Clemonte!”

He chuckled again, but he took pity on her. He hooked his hands under her shoulders, and gave her a nice tug. He was so strong, and his hands so soft and warm.  And he smelled like soap and everything that was good in the world. He easily sprung her from the bull and set her on her feet all gentleman like. She gave him an appreciation hug. One of which was sure to press her titties firmly into his chiseled chest and held that form longer than necessary. Not that he was complaining. Neither were her nipples, which were very pleased and satisfied customers afterwards.

“Come on I got some food for you in the kitchen. And afterwards, I got a surprise for you Miss Dubois.”

She sighed, “As much as I would love to engorge myself with your superior cuisines Leo, I just had my ass stuck in a bull. And I need to fit in my dress tonight. So, I must politely decline.”

“Bullshit. Besides you hit the gym already today,” Leo arched his nicely shaped brows, “And you had a midnight work out buddy.”

How the hell did Leo know? God, was the whole penthouse wired with cameras? Or had Grayson snitched like a pussy under Leo’s interrogation. Surely, Leo had noticed the billionaire’s limp. Maybe, he’d seen the injury directly on his friend’s leg. They probably like changed in front of each other and shit. Or like showered together in the bathroom near the gym. It was a roomy shower with more than one showerhead.

But playing innocent here was the best way to go, “That was all on Mr. Godwin. He ordered me not to tell you Leo.”

“You both might have gotten away with it, if I didn’t find your shirt on the gym floor. And his water bottle on the treadmill. Two dirty towels. Seems you both must have worked up quite a sweat last night.”

Leo suddenly lost eye contact. Was he bothered by the fact? Oh my god was Leo jealous of what he thought Amberleigh and Grayson had been up to or more correctly into last night?

His eyes were skimming over some props lying on stone table. If you turned the piece over, there was a barcode you could scan on your smart device. It would give you history about the piece, or so Leo came to find when he scanned an item with his watch. Anything to avoid looking at her it seemed.

“Pear of Anguish,” he read from the screen, “Used on medieval women to extract a confession of being a witch by placing the device in any opening of their body and by turning the screw the device opened up- okay shit enough pleasant reading for now.”

“Yeah, that’s just like what goes down at the lady doctor… Leo not that it matters or anything but I’m having a code red, so this morning I was just trying to work off my bloat. And blackmail Grayson into having an actual conversation with me.”

Leo looked up from his watch a smile bloomed on his face, “Yeah G-Man told me about that part. So how did it go then?”

“I made him bleed. Though it wasn’t intentional,” she got an evil grin on her face, “What’s this I hear about you being an aspiring rapper in High School?”

Leo laughed, “Oh shit he told you about that? I owe that bastard a tittie twister, as he was sworn to secrecy.  Not my finest moment in life. My audition tape will never again see the light of day I assure you.”

“Yeah, but that talent showcase has,” she laughed.

Obviously it was a lie, but it paid off by the reaction on Leo’s face, only making her cackle harder. Now she really did have to find this video footage. Grayson probably did have a copy of it somewhere, as it would no doubt make excellent blackmail material.