Amberleigh knew that every girl dreamed of having a shopping spree at the designer stores with a credit card with no limit. Well today for her that fantasy was coming true. But it was not quite the way she imagined it for many reasons. One, marathon shopping was hella exhausting and lots of work. You didn’t just change from outfit to outfit like magic during a montage with a catchy song. Two, she was feeling guilty about taking advantage of Leo. And three, she had to pee every twenty fucking minutes, not to mention she didn’t have the body like in her dreams. She was bloated as fuck. Not that Leo wasn’t the dream shopping buddy. He was supportive and encouraging her to try on like everything in the stores. But she began to doubt his credibility when he claimed everything she tried on looked good on her. He took every opportunity to tell her how amazing she looked. He camped out on some white leather couches while she put on a fashion show for him. She

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

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

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

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