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
It was Leo and Amberleigh’s last full day in the city of light, so the chef was determined to make it special. It began with him waking Amber up before the sun and ushering her out of the hotel. She was naturally feeling grumpy but trusted that Leo had a good reason for such a heinous act. And she was rewarded for not biting his head off and being a good sport about it.It turned out Leo had paid his way into allowing he and Amber to watch the sunrise over Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower. And it was an experience like no other. Nearly life changing to watch the sky wrapped in what appeared to be pink, purple, and golden velvet while most of the city beneath it still slumbered. Amber felt as though if she reached out, with Leo by her side, she could touch a cloud. It was the perfect way to start the day, possibly even better than morning sex.Both of their chatter had stopped immediately as the first rays of color had broken the dark horizon. Hand in hand, the young lovers gave it th
The loyal subject more than fulfilled his promise to Amberleigh back at their suite. He helpfully disrobed her and instructed her to lie across the bed. The chef came prepared as if he had planned this moment would come at some point during their trip to Paris. He had packed not only lavender scented oil, but also a few warming stones.Honest to God, the chef placed the stones into the fire for a bit to allow them to heat, while he began to work her tense back muscles. It felt orgasmic really as his fingers kneaded the oil into her skin. Amber moaned beneath his touch, but that wasn’t the only response her body gave, she also felt her folds moisten rather quickly.Leo had magical hands indeed that he gravitated across her shoulders, and down lower and lower, the length of her spine. He paused on the threshold of her ass only to quickly remove the stones from the flames to allow them some time to cool. He picked up right where he left off, massaged the place atop those two small indent
The chef had outdone himself once again, just when Amberleigh had been convinced there was no topping watching the sunrise from the Eiffel Tower. Of course, she’d also believed that about being given a promise ring on the Eiffel Tower during its lightshow. She had never been so happy to be proved wrong in all her life.In Leo’s arms-while the sun gave a light show of its own-proved to be the most romantic experience in Paris yet. Together, the lovers stood entwined on the stern of the yacht watching the oranges and golds painted across the twilight sky. Sweet orchestra music played from the live band set near the dancefloor.It was a cruise just for the two of them, and even though the ship had several crew aboard to help make their night magical, it felt as Leo and Amber were the only two souls on board the vessel. The rest of the world disappeared around them while wrapped in Leo’s arms as he held her close. The sun faded more and more, though the world didn’t grow dark and scary.
The sun had not yet arisen when Amberleigh was jarred from a pleasant dream. In it, a naked Leo was feeding her grapes, before he began to dance for her. A nice, private show in which Amber got to lay back and enjoy the tables being turned in her dream. Well at least until an incessant buzzing sound grated in her ears over and over. The delicious dream slipped from her grasp as she was pulled back to lucid consciousness. Not that waking up next to Leo was a nightmare or anything.She turned on the bedside light as Leo’s watch danced along the other bedside table. Over and over. It wouldn’t stop. Had bounced itself off its charging dock and now crept closer to tumbling off the stand altogether. With watery eyes, Amber noticed it was 5:41 a: m, someone had better be dying!The watch stopped moving. But the respite was brief. It began to go off again almost immediately. She had worn the chef out so thoroughly, Leo slept on like the dead. She almost took pity on him, as she had been so ro
Leo recovered his shit rather quickly. He pulled his head from his hands and turned to look at Amberleigh. He wore the same look as he did the night in the penthouse after they’d found Grayson overdosed on alcohol and benzos, taking control of the situation and adulting hard.“Okay, we need to get packing. I’ll make the travel arrangements,” he put his hand against her tear- stained cheeks, “It’ll be alright Love. We’ll go back to Omega City. Get in touch with Grayson. Hell, he’ll probably contact me before we even step off the plane.”She only cried harder. He pulled her into his chest to try and sooth her. He couldn’t possibly know her breakdown was also out of guilt and regret. She couldn’t lose Leo. She couldn’t lose Grayson. Amber wouldn’t survive losing both of the men she loved. And Leo would hate her.“I don’t want you to leave me Leo,” she sobbed, “please don’t hate me.”“I could never hate you, Love. And I’m not going anywhere. I promised you we’re in this th