It was a solid right hook that took both Amberleigh and Grayson by surprise, hell it probably even surprised Leo. Grayson stumbled back, his back hitting against the bathroom counter which had to have hurt like a bitch. Another bruise to add to the one which was already starting to form on his cheek. But far more than just the billionaire’s skin had been bruised. This went much deeper than just skin level. His ego. His pride. His friendship.But he just stared at Leo in utter shock. Stupefied. Too stunned to move or react as the blood began to drip down from his busted lip. Leo had called it when he thought this night would have blood.“I gave you more than enough fair warnings Grayson. You won’t talk about her that way. I won’t tolerate your disrespect.”Grayson swallowed hard, “Well it’s good to know where you firmly stand Leo.”With those words Grayson simply turned and walked out of the bathroom. Leo’s chest still heaved; his fist still clenched for several seconds after the bil

Leo had gone so quiet, Amberleigh assumed he must have fallen asleep. Her head still rested upon his damp chest, his heartbeat steady in her ear. She found her own eyes closing when Leo abruptly sat back up and turned on the lamp.“Hey, hear me out even though this may sound a bit crazy, but what if you and I just took off for a while? Pick anywhere in the world you’ve always wanted to go and just do it. Some time away from all this shit would probably do us both a world of good.”Amber couldn’t help but smile at the excitement on the chef’s face. She entertained the idea for a few seconds. She was still early enough in her pregnancy for air travel to be relatively safe. And it wasn’t as though she had a fucking job right now. But Leo had responsibilities in Omega City. And family unlike her.“Leo, I appreciate the offer and it’s tempting as fuck. But Christmas is coming up and I figured you’d want to celebrate it with your mom at least.”He shook his head, “My mom won’t even be in to

Amberleigh awoke to a delightful breakfast in bed on her first morning in Paris. Even more delicious than the buttery, flaky croissants, cheeses, fruit, and hazelnut spread, was the half-naked chef waiting on her hand and foot. Leo wore nothing but a pair of well-fitting linen slacks, as the morning sunshine hit upon his tight torso just right. She quickly put her tray aside and pulled her chef into bed with her instead.Leo was more than willing to indulge her every tastes this morning indeed as she naughtily smeared the hazelnut spread across his broad chest and licked every last trace of it off him. She could already feel his bulge trying to burst free from his slacks as it pressed against her pussy. Her body grinded against his while she ate her breakfast off his skin. She licked her lips greedily as she couldn’t seem to get enough.She took great care to suck the chocolate from his nipples, then skimmed her tongue down the center of his hard abs until she reached the top of his

In the taxi on the way back to the hotel, Amberleigh had the upper hand in getting Leo off. With that nice bag full of boxed pastries on the chef’s lap, it provided the perfect cover for her to slip her hand down his pants while the cabbie was oblivious. Amber being seated directly behind the driver also worked well in her favor. It was comical the way this driver was chatting in French to Leo while the chef did his best to carry on a conversation as Amber stroked his swelling cock.More than once, Leo shifted in his seat and seemed a bit breathless in his replies to the Frenchman. Amber guessed that he was making suggestions of places for them to visit in the city. Not that Leo was probably retaining much of what the cabbie said though, as she palmed his cock and gave his balls a nice squeeze. It didn’t take long to feel his precum on her fingers. She tortured him even further by tracing his tip with her finger gently, then rolling the sensitive skin of his head between her fingertip

Amberleigh wanted nothing more than to stay in the suite and feel sorry for herself that night, but sweet Leo had gone through all the trouble of making them dinner plans. So, at a quarter until nine, she drug her ass out of bed to prepare herself for the evening’s festivities. Leo had instructed her to put on a classy cocktail dress. He didn’t say where they would be dining tonight, only that it had a strict dress code.She decided to humor herself and attempt to put some curls in her unruly hair. Amber quickly realized how angry and frustrated she was still feeling when she nearly jerked out a nice chunk of her dark hair by tightly winding it in the curling iron. Yeap, no doubt about it, she was still fucking seething at one Grayson Godwin.Did it make her a bad person she hoped that he got like a huge ass zit or bee sting on the nose or punched in the eye just in time for his wedding in two days? Leo’s blow was probably well scabbed over by now on his lip and makeup would hide it.