Grayson came through the black walnut doors at precisely eleven-twelve p.m. that night, as Amberleigh had sat in that damn chair for three hours watching random videos on YouTube to pass the time. Somehow, she’d landed on videos about feinting baby goats when the Godwin finally walked in. He loosened his tie and made a beeline towards his room, not even noticing her sitting in a chair she’d drug across the marble to sit by the fancy, wooden coat rack. If she was a snake, she would have bitten him. Hopefully, his snake would slither inside her nest tonight.
“Mr. Duvall, please have Mr. Clemonte send some dinner to my room,” he yelled out, to the butler who seemingly appeared out of thin air.
“Right away, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Godwin?”
“Have Mr. Clemonte send my nightly tea in as well.”
“Yes sir.”
Mr. Duvall helped Grayson out of his suit jacket and folded it carefully over his own arm. No doubt it
By the time Amberleigh made it to the door, she’d already missed some of the words passing between them, obviously. But she still caught the gist of it, the good, meaty bones. “…invited her here and you’re treating her like shit. You’re being a total dick. It’s not her fault, so stop fucking taking it all out on her man.” Next came the sound of a slamming door, perhaps a closet or armoire or something, because she could still hear Grayson clearly. He obviously hadn’t moved into the bathroom. Deep exhale, “Yeah, well I’m under a lot of fucking pressure right now Leo. We are about to close the expansion deal any day now. And I’m up to my eyeballs in PR shit related to the incident in New York last week. Things will be better when this shit calms down. But in the meantime, I’ll make an effort to be nicer to her.” “I don’t give a fuck about your expansion deal or publicity shit, I care about you man. And you are working yourself to death. You need some ti
Amberleigh stole herself a piece of pie from the kitchen and devoured it in her room. That shit was fantastic, no surprise there. Leo could tempt her into doing whatever he wanted in exchange for this pie, all he had to do was offer. Maybe the way to Grayson Godwin’s heart was his stomach, not his pants. Afterwards, she took herself a nice, long soak and mulled over the events of the day. Grayson told her in the beginning, it wasn’t her place to ask. Well fuck that. Sometimes you had to fuck the rules or let yourself get fucked by them instead. Besides, if Grayson was a crazy fucker on some type of antipsychotic meds, no way she could just hand over an innocent kid to him. Poor kid couldn’t get two sets of fucked up genes from both its parents. She had to get to the bottom of this alright. And the sooner the better. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. Amber yelled “Just a minute,” before she got out of the tub and quickly dried. She th
Grayson had known the girl would be an inconvenience, but he hadn’t expected her to be so persistent, trample over the clear boundaries he’d established, and literally ambush him. At first, he had barely noticed her chasing him down the hallway, before she threw herself at him. She’d embarrassed herself yet again, clearly not getting the message he would let her know when he had use of her and the services he’d hired her for. Leave it to bleeding heart Leo to get himself involved. Even though the two of them had been friends since they were barely out of diapers, Leo intervened when he thought a great social injustice was occurring. That was the way the chef had always rolled, a humanitarian, and it seemed his friend had found himself a new cause to take up, perhaps a new distraction since the end of his engagement. He had asked him to keep an eye on the girl after all. Now it seemed that was backfiring, and Leo was getting a bit too close for comfort. Not that he co
Amberleigh slept in the next morning, as she had no desire for an awkward morning after breakfast with Grayson. It was actually Leo who gave her a wake-up call around noon, as the chef came bearing a tray with French toast, fruit, a latte, and fresh orange and pineapple juice. Things were looking brighter already indeed. A girl could get fucking used to this for sure. He informed her to eat and get her ass dressed because he was springing her from the penthouse for a while. He refused to tell her where they would be headed and she acted surprised although she didn’t technically know where he’d be taking her to spend the Godwin’s money. Amber ate every last fucking crumb of her breakfast and decided she definitely needed to hit the workout room when they returned from the outing. Not that Grayson would give a fuck if she got fat, he probably wouldn’t even notice anyway. Last night had been cringe worthy and she’d even had better fucks when she was turning tricks for pill mone
Angelique was shorter and rounder than Amberleigh expected, but the woman knew her shit. And her hair was on point, a sleek, black bob that Amber really wanted to touch, but resisted the urge in fear she’d come off as a weirdo. The last thing she wanted was charges pressed against her or tossed out on her ass. Rules to live by in her books, never ask a woman when she’s due and never touch her hair or belly without fucking permission. All of those rules Amber had found out the hard way in her life. The worst of which when at fifteen she’d asked her new foster mother when she was going to have her baby. Elaine wasn’t pregnant and got so highly offended, Amber had a rough go at that house for a while afterwards with the worst chores and sleeping arrangement. Lesson fucking learned. Most of Angelique’s dresses were actually gorgeous, not the kind that looked like the marshmallow man’s slutty daughter or that scraps of leftover fabric had been thrown together by
Amberleigh had just assumed Leo would take her back to the penthouse following her private fitting, but she noticed they headed to midtown instead. Even though the open windows were wreaking havoc on her hair, she couldn’t help but stick her head out the window just a bit to feel the air on her face. Like a fucking dog, though canines were certainly onto something with their choice sexual position, (Amber couldn’t decide if her favorite was doggie style or reverse cowgirl). It wasn’t something talked about much at the club, but rumor had it a certain Goddess tended to use dogs in her performance, dogs and peanut butter. Enough said. Of course, Amber imagined other things striking her face besides the air. Though now in her daydreams it was a mocha colored dick she imagined instead of vanilla. And she knew the man driving in the leather seat beside her, with his aviator shades on, had lots to do with her chocolate coated dreams of late. “I just wanted to thank y
Even though it was school and business hours for many in the city, the park was still fucking packed. Mothers with their fancy ass strollers sipping lattes, chatted with other bored, desperate housewives, as their toddlers ate the sand and ran around like wildebeests. Couples spread out picnics on the grass, the men no doubt hoping to get laid later for their efforts. Artists had their easel set up randomly throughout the park, vendors serving their greasy or gluten free overpriced products, joggers running to and fro in bringing their spandex game strong as fuck. And who could forget the dog walkers being drug behind the purebreds owned by the rich ass people too good to clean up their dog’s shit? Leo looked like he was in Heaven. He took a deep breath of that melting pot of smells ranging from boob sweat to roasted nuts. He headed towards a cart and bought a hot dog with all the fixings and ignored Amber’s refusal as he placed a dog in her hands as well. &nbs
Courtney giggled again as she made her way off the path and over to the edge of the pond. She eyed Amberleigh from head to toe, and she could just guess the internal dialogue going on in the other woman’s head regarding her appearance, split ends, cheap perfume, sweater dress from Walmart, gold digging whore. “I thought that was you!” Courtney said as she leaned in and kissed Leo on the cheek, “long time no see Leonardo. Not since your Father’s Labor Day mixer as I recall. And who is your new friend here, I don’t think we’ve met.” Her fake ass, thin smile wasn’t fooling Amber. Her eyes said go back to the trailer park where you belong skank. But Leo threw an arm around Amber’s shoulder and pulled her close into his delicious abs. Yummy, the chef also smelled good enough to eat. “Courtney, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Amber Dubois.” “It’s a pleasure,” said Amberleigh extending her hand towards Courtney. Courtney eyed he