After her steamy encounter with Leo, literally in the fucking 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 starting 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 fucking sucked balls.She made a vow to try and distance herself from the hot chef as much as possible. That would prove fucking difficult though, and he would kno
Leo was acting as Grayson’s fucking warden. And it wasn’t hard to figure out who called him, as Mr. Duvall respected his bosses privacy and discretion. His surrogate, though he used the term lightly, kept sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong. Amberleigh Dubois was to blame for Leo now breathing down his neck and not giving him a moment’s peace. He should have never brought the girl here and this arrangement was going to hell.He let things get out of hand this morning. He lost his temper and control of his emotions. He acted repulsively and considered apologizing to his surrogate. Even if she had provoked him, he should have never tried to take her so roughly. He had felt the way her body stiffened beneath him, the change in her tone. She hadn’t enjoyed it, nor wanted it in that context, and he felt remorse over that at least. The girl had suffered abuse in her life, and he had behaved abhorrently. It would never happen again. He would remain in control around her. Grayson was
Amberleigh made herself scarce during Dr. Gainey’s visit that morning. And it seemed Leo was taking his job of babysitting Grayson’s ass very seriously. He’d essentially grounded the billionaire to his room. He was kind enough to give Amber reports throughout the day where Grayson was concerned. Macho guy had actually drank all that rancid shake to spite the chef and consumed one of those nasty duck eggs. But he did gag and throw up in his mouth a bit afterwards, according to Leo, and there was a certain satisfaction in that for fucking sure.Amberleigh wasn’t even sure how to describe the lunch Leo prepared for him, but it seemed to be tofu and grass, as Grayson hated Tofu. She’d overheard him bitching about it to Leo her first morning here. But she wasn’t giving him any pity. He should have taken better care of himself like eating and sleeping, which should have seemed like a fucking no brainer.Just as promised, Leo pulled himself away from his charge that afternoon to take Amber
By the time Amberleigh and Leo rolled back into the penthouse that evening, the party planner and her crew were already there beginning set up for tomorrow night’s masquerade. Grayson was out of his lair and overseeing the preparations. While he looked less like a corpse, he was still sporting a decent sized knot on his noggin.Grayson didn’t greet her as usual, as she came in carrying a black garment bag carefully. He was standing in the archway to the sitting room overseeing the crew emptying it of furniture. He was imposing for someone so young and gave off that don’t fuck with me peasant vibe. Leo reminded his pal to take it easy and no heavy lifting. Then with a devilish smirk, Leo patted Grayson on the shoulder and announced he was going to go prepare his dinner. The billionaire did not look pleased to say the least by Leo’s enthusiasm. It seemed the large space in the sitting room was to be the pinnacle of the masquerade ball. It could easy contain it in the mammoth space and
Grayson gave Amberleigh a side eye as she got on the adjoining treadmill. She couldn’t help but glance at his numbers and the man could fucking run and do it well. He was clocking in at ten miles an hour and had covered three miles in twenty minutes. Barely broken much of a sweat either. The boy had stamina and could probably go like the energizer bunny in the sack. If he actually wanted to fuck the girl with her legs spread before him anyway. He could do so many things well, too bad he was a shit person. But most of the pretty ones were.He’d also burned over four hundred calories. Leo wouldn’t be pleased at all. The Godwin was supposed to be resting, hydrating, and getting proper nutrition. This certainly wouldn’t do. She and Leo were in this pact to torture Grayson together after all.The gym had a nice size flat screen mounted on the wall, designed that way intentionally, as it was a break in nothing but glass along the otherwise windowed space. It offered a fantastic view of the
Amberleigh decided to clean up as much of the evidence as she could, burying the empty wrappers down in the waste bin, and scrubbing the traces of blood off the pristine marble floor. She even went as far to flush the bloody gauze down the toilet bowl in the bathroom attached to the gym.Grayson limped over to the weight bench, carrying his ice pack with him. She watched him slide some weights onto each end of the dumbbell.“What are you doing?” she asked.“I’m finishing my workout. I thought it obvious by my current position.”“Don’t you think you should get some rest?”Grayson picked up the ice pack off the bench and positioned himself under the weights. She couldn’t help but laugh as he decided to just slide the ice pack down inside his shorts to rest atop his crotch. She was debating offering to massage it for him. It only seemed fair after all given the circumstances. And a massage with her tongue certainly wasn’t off the table either.“I’ll get some rest when I’m finished here.
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 Amber 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
Amberleigh decided to break her own no shave rule, at least for this special occasion. Even though her dress skimmed the floor, her pits would be on view if she raised her arms. Not that she was expecting a whole lot of action tonight anyway, but judging by the way Grayson shaved his chest, he was probably into hairless girls as well. Not that hairy wasn’t entirely out these days as body positivity and a woman’s right to choose was all the rage. To shave or not to shave was the question.Of course in places like The Wastes, shaving wasn’t really a necessity, and razors were used as weapons to fight off bandits and the infected. So there was that. At least the girls out there had an excuse to look like Sasquatch. There was a very well hair endowed Goddess back at the Cobra Club who had quite a few regulars, men really liked to pet her. She even had a beard, but Amber would never be that bold.It turned out the chef’s surprise was a crew to do Amber’s hair and makeup for the event. The