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

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 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 didn’t have much to say to Amberleigh as they packed up their hotel suite. He did make a vain attempt to call Courtney to demand some answers. But just like with her husband, her phone went to voicemail. Well after three rings, making it totally fucking obvious she’d declined Leo’s call. Naturally, that didn’t help his state of mind any. Leo cursed the bitch heiress out as he finished his angry packing.Despite how upset the chef was with Amber, he still made sure to make her some tea before they left for the airport. He also encouraged her to put at least something light into her stomach. But Amber knew food wouldn’t sit well in her churning belly. And she knew it wasn’t just morning sickness this morning either. She was heartsick more than anything else. Amber began to feel like a playlist stuck on repeat as she kept apologizing to Leo. And crying. And thanking him for bringing her to Paris and all the things he had done for her. Leo asked her to please stop all of the above

Amberleigh refused to let her nerves get the best of her on the ride to the penthouse. Leo didn’t say much at all. Luckily, their car had been prompt and traffic wasn’t too bad to make it to uptown Omega City. Preeminence Tower was just as tall and imposing as Amber remembered it, that shiny, spiral high rise which rose towards the clouds from where the God of this city lived at the top. But now she knew better of course. Grayson Godwin was just an imperfect man with problems and faults, even if he was as beautiful as a God and just as wealthy. But neither of those things made him invincible, immortal, or immune. And now his very life, or what was left of it, was most probably at stake. Amber shuddered at the thought as Leo and the driver messed with their luggage. The chef hadn’t wanted her to lift a finger to help and she was in no mood to argue. She did feel like shit anyway. The doorman brought them a luggage rack to cart all the shit up to the penthouse, though Leo ins