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

     The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to, was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its, beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, she knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really.  But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson had that down pat.

Mr. Duval set her suitcases on the white marled floor, before asking her if she needed anything, and excusing himself from the room. She eyed her new digs, her home for the next year. The wallpaper was vintage black and white flowers, the canopied bed was four posted with a rough antique look. Flowers and cherubs were carved into the headboard. These cherubs and flowers also continued up on the ceiling engraved in the crown moldings.

There was an intricately carved, huge ass armoire, which could comfortably hold ten people hoping to gain entrance to Narnia. She walked across the room to get a closer look at the work of art. She traced her fingers over the flowers carved in the wood. Amazing, and hella expensive no doubt.

Beneath a skylight, sat a Victorian era Ivory couch with gold trim and a matching chaise. Everywhere her eyes landed in the room, she noticed some other beautiful, exquisite piece of old furniture. If not for the modern building this penthouse was encased in, she would have been convinced she was in a Victorian era museum or something of the likes.

A vase of white roses sat stop a large vanity with a dainty stool. Seriously, chicks in the Victorian era must have worked out or something, because that stool looked rather small for many of the asses she knew in modern times. She of course had to try it and see if her own generous backside fit. Barely with no room to spare. But she wasn’t sorry about that. She ruffled through the items obviously for show upon the vanity, a silver plated horsehair brush and comb, an ivory hair comb, and an old crystal and gold bottle of fancy perfume. She couldn’t help herself but give that bulb a squeeze and spritz herself. And she of course managed to spray herself directly in the face. But she had been sprayed in the face with far worse things before.

She coughed and fanned away the floral scent, before flopping on the bed. It was soft as fuckin clouds alright. It smelled like everything good in the world, sunshine and vanilla ice cream. The Cobra Club was hella luxurious, but had nothing on this place. To her surprise, she seemed to like this old world charm more than the modern age crap that most folks were into. It seemed the weirder the shit the better, like yes I will shell out five grand for that giant ass coffee table that looks like a fast food napkin dispenser on steroids. Or that couch resembling giant tampons, no doubt it’s very absorbent.

She was tempted to just lay on that cushy bed and sleep in her clothes and all, but something just kept nagging at her. That little bitch voice inside her head, which often got her ass in trouble. That bitch was amazing at pointing out all her flaws among other things. And now it wouldn’t shut the fuck up about being snubbed by Grayson Godwin. What the fuck? She was a professional, dammit, and nobody put baby in a corner!

Little Rich Bitch boy was going to find a convenient time to fuck her? Fuck that. Game on Mr. Godwin. Time to show him what she was made of alright. Just what he was missing out on. She would make Mr. Billionaire want her. Show him how worthy of his valuable time she was.