The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

  Even though Amberleigh was still feeling conflicted as fuck over the billionaire and his hella cute best friend, after he left, she was still literally hungry as fuck.  Now that her pussy had been satiated it was time to do the same for her stomach. She hoped to find Leo puttering around the kitchen, but it seemed he’d made himself scarce again since their last awkward encounter. She was left to fend for herself.

                She raided the hidden stash of junk food first and deep-throated a Twinkie like it was a golden cock, sucking out all that tasty cream filling. She had a bag of chips cradled in her arm as she went for the fridge just praying to find some culinary masterpiece the chef had left her inside. And Leo didn’t fucking disappoint. She found a nice, tasty, fresh, homemade chicken pot pie awaiting her with her name on it. Literally, he’d scribbled her name with a sharpie on the lid. This was the fucking life for sure.

                She heated up the oven and shoved some chips in her gullet while she waited. That flaky morsel tempted her from the counter and she was nearing the point of devouring it cold. She’d eaten far worse things in her life, especially in the custody of her mother.  Once her dinner was half a bottle of kitchen for fuck’s sake and another time she ate uncooked noodles straight from the package when they had no water or electricity in their shitty apartment. She really missed her childhood.

                It was the butler walking down the hallway which caught her attention. He was carrying the bouquet of flowers, no doubt wanting to make sure the master of the penthouse didn’t forget them. It was probably a gift for the investor’s wife. Grayson had gone to grab a quick shower and change his suit before the car arrived.

                Amberleigh peeked out of the kitchen and down the hallway. The billionaire was headed towards the door at a fast clip, still slipping his suit jacket on in the process. Mr. Duvall swooped into help get the job done and smoothed out the wrinkles.

                “I polished your shoes as well sir. I trust you found them where I placed them on your bureau. And your car is set to arrive at any moment. ”

                “Yes thank you. But you can cancel the car Mr. Duvall as I won’t be in need of it after all. The Van Stratton’s cancelled not long after I arrived home. I have some other business to attend and I will just walk. It’s a pleasant evening.”

                What the fuck? He’d fucked her in more ways than one it seemed. He’d lied to her face, knowing for over an hour his business dinner was cancelled. What the hell was he playing at? And why the fuck did he need flowers?  What was the point in lying to her unless he had something to hide? What was the billionaire up to? Going to get his desert a bit early no doubt that lying bastard!

                Well fuck this! Amberleigh refused to be played for a fool. Lied to. Used. No matter how good Grayson Godwin was with his tongue and his cock, she refused to be a part of his stupid fucking games anymore. She’d been lied to and used enough in her life dammit and she wasn’t going to take it like a little bitch. It was time to get the bottom of this shit and see just what the billionaire was up to, or on top off more likely. Was it Courtney Van Tessin he was slipping off to a clandestine meeting with?

                She would worry about the consequences like how she’d get back into the penthouse later. Right now, she sprinted to the back elevators, determined to beat the lying playboy down to the lobby so she could trail his ass. Time for the second mission of Operation Cut The Bullshit.