Amberleigh decided not to tempt fate and try the snails at dinner that night. Instead, she opted for some Ratatouille-that famous French vegetable stew- and a chicken dish with mushrooms, garlic, in a red wine sauce called Coq Au Vin. It was simply orgasmic in her mouth.As for the chef, he had two servings of Escargot, giving it so much tongue action, that Amber found herself jealous. Leo let the snails linger in his palate to try and decipher every ingredient. He was determined to figure out how they did it so well to emulate it for himself. Amber had to look away more than once from the sight of the chef sucking them from their shells as it turned her stomach.Just after dinner, they took a pleasant stroll hand in hand, seeing the Notre Dame Cathedral all lit up splendidly at night. They hadn’t made it there today for a tour like they had originally planned but made plans to return to see the magnificent old church tomorrow.Their walk in the frigid air was brief, but still magical
Between Amberleigh and Leo’s romantic night together, and their memorable day on the streets of Paris, she had almost forgotten, that today was the day Grayson Godwin was getting married to that bitch heiress Courtney Van Tessin. She knew their ceremony was set to take place at six p.m. in a fucking castle on the other side of France. But it had really slipped past her mind throughout most of the day honestly. But that night proved to be a different story entirely.But it seemed the billionaire would always be sure to remind Amber of his existence, how their lives were still entangled whether she liked it or not. At least he hadn’t ruined the special day between Amber and Leo. Even the weather had cooperated, not insanely cold or raining, but tolerable for a day of walking the city streets and discovering more of what the old city had to offer.They had even taken the suggestions of staff at the hotel that afternoon and visited less touristy areas of Old Paree. It was on these old st
After their moment at The Wall of Love, Amberleigh and Leo got back into the cab which had waited for them at the curb. The driver looked at them with his eyebrows raised but said nothing about their unbecoming behavior on the sidewalk. But Leo and Amber had no remorse for what they had just done, smiles upon their still swollen lips, hands joined across the seat, as they headed for Notre Dame Cathedral.The beautiful old church certainly lived up to its reputation. It was truly stunning inside with its domed ceilings so high you got dizzy looking up at them, too many chandeliers to count, and large stone archways gave the massive space support. But even more gorgeous was the stain glassed windows. Large images of colored glass depicting the life of Jesus caught the light just right and bathed the chapel with colored light. God himself did say let there be light right?Exquisite religious statues sat near the alter, but most breathtaking of all in Amber’s opinion was the large, round
Amberleigh knew it was time she played the supportive girlfriend and try and calm Leo’s fears. God knew Leo was always there for Amber in her hour of need-more like ninety-nine hours- so it was hella past time she repaid the favor. She always took more than she gave in this relationship and sweet Leo always went above and beyond to take care of her. It was time things fucking changed for sure.She rubbed his back soothingly, “I’m sure nothing is wrong Leo. He’s probably just catching up or something.”He sighed, “Probably. I’d better take this.”Leo slid the green phone symbol across the screen. The screen immediately filled with an attractive man as orchestra style music played in the background. Amber recognized some of those Godwin features immediately, those thick dark brown locks, strong jawline, and nice eyebrows. This one was clean shaven, and had such a nice tan, Amber found herself seriously jealous. He was in his early thirties and dressed to the fucking nines in a designer
Despite Leo’s assurance that he was fine and dandy, Amberleigh could see the chef was still worried about his friend and doing his best to hide it. Leo seemed to zone out into deep thoughts that night and be quieter than usual. Usually when they cuddled and watched a movie, he was full of things to say about the plot of the chick flicks Amberleigh tended to pick. The chef also typically had a problem keeping his naughty hands to himself, but so far she wasn’t seeing much groping action much to her disappointment.The mood had effectively been ruined that night, but Amber was determined to salvage what she could of it. Or at least revive that horny spirit which seemed to hit them both around this hour of the night. No reason to let emotions and shit get in the way of a perfect fuckable night. The nice soothing patter of rain outside, a nice toasty fire going in the hearth, the lights down low, leaning against the hot chef. The perfect recipe indeed for some love making. Amber ordered
As Amberleigh tried to pull her thoughts together after being caught with her pants down so to speak, it became clear to her in about three seconds flat that the billionaire was drunk as fuck. Exhibit A was his red rimmed glossy eyes and his once perfectly oiled hair now stood out like wings on the side of his head. Exhibit B in her case in the matter of intoxication, Grayson’s meticulous suit was half unbuttoned, his tie hanging around his neck fucking backwards, but exhibit C was the most damming evidence at all, he was smiling. Not the feline type of smile of a cat about to storm the canary cage, but of the canary blissfully unaware it was about to be eaten as it tweeted its joyous song.Amber was the fucking cat alright, ready to tear the intrusive bastard apart.“It worked. I knew you wouldn’t answer if I called you from my number,” he stated, “you look wet. Bad time?”“When wouldn’t be a bad time to have this conversation with you, you bastard? What the fuck are you calling me f
Amberleigh debated for several more agonizing minutes on whether or not to tell Leo what had just happened. In the end, she decided to keep it to herself, at least for the time being. She’d figure out a good time to tell the chef his best friend was possibly being blackmailed by his new bitch wife and he was very depressed. Leo already knew Grayson was depressed anyway, and Amber convinced herself his ramblings tonight were just a lonely, drunk man full of regrets, but with no actual plan to take his own life.Besides, if she told Leo, it would destroy the good things this trip was doing for him. God knew the chef deserved to take it easy for a while and enjoy life. Too long Leo had been feeling the stress and strain of caring for others. It was about time he had some R&R and focused on self-care. Omega City and the Grayson drama would still be there when they returned from their trip.Besides, Amber doubted if the billionaire really was being blackmailed by the heiress, that she woul
After her self-imposed night of no orgasms, Amberleigh allowed Leo to make up for it the next day. Twelve times to be exact, including two unplanned pit stops back to the hotel during the day as they saw the sights of Paris. Feasted on delicious Crepes from a street vendor. Crammed in a bit of shopping in the beautiful Galleries Lafayette department store. It had the most amazing stained glass domed ceiling and golden balconies. It was by far the most gorgeous store Amber had ever set foot in her life.In between their pit stops to the suite, Amber and Leo took a leisurely stroll across the extravagant bridge Point Alexandre III. The famous bridge decorated in golden statues, nymphs, and cherubs, had been in several famous films as well. Amber couldn’t help but toss a coin into the river Seine below to wish that every day was as perfect as this one with Leo by her side.But even more exciting than taking a promenade across a magnificent piece of cinematic history, was the artist Amber