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 wrapped herself in a towel and huffed out of the bathroom, clutching both of the smart watches in her fists. Leo had been setting out some pastries on a napkin. He turned to greet her with a smile playing on his lips, but by her expression, his smile slipped into a frown rather quickly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “something with the baby?”He immediately crossed the distance between them. Amber shook her head to calm that fear of his at least. She slipped his watch into his hand. “I got a message from Grayson. I think you got the same one,” she confessed.Leo’s dark eyes glanced down at his watch which he quickly unlocked and skimmed the message on the screen. He sighed afterwards, before he pulled her into his arms. “Don’t let him get to you Love. Don’t give him that power. It’s what he wants. I doubt he has even spoken to a lawyer about this.” “But what if it’s true Leo? And what if he wins…”His hand caresse
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.
Amber was speechless as Leo’s fingers shook a bit while he pulled the ring free from the velvet box. But her mind was far from silent. Here, in the most romantic city in the world, on the symbol of love, all glimmering like thousands of diamonds, would she be able to refuse him?It was not that she didn’t love Leo. That wasn’t the issue at all. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for this, or that he was either truth be told. It had only been four months or so since the chef had broken off his engagement to Elle. And Leo and Amber had only been together about a month now. Was that really enough time to know they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together?Because contrary to the feelings of many of her generation, marriage wasn’t something Amber took so lightly. To her not something that a quick divorce was the fix to if she had jumped into it too soon, unprepared. When she spoke those words at the alter until death do us part, she had every intention of meaning them. And right
Afterwards, Leo polished off his dessert with ease. It amazed Amberleigh how he kept those washboard abs because Leo could sure put away a shit ton of food. Many chefs were round, a byproduct of their occupations, and Amber perfectly understood why. Hell, even if she wasn’t knocked up, she’d be gaining weight with Leo as her boyfriend. She certainly had her work cut out for her after this kid was born. But the chef was certainly doing something right by the looks of his hot, sexy body. And Amber should be an expert on that particular subject of Leo’s glorious naked form by now. But keeping his body tight in all the right places, wasn’t the only thing he was doing right. She had yet to discover something that Leo didn’t do well. Until she remembered his singing anyway. But the man upstairs didn’t want any competition for his perfect son Jesus it seemed, so he had to give Leo that one flaw.Even his smile was perfect. And she was privileged to it after he asked her if she was ready to
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
Leo had forgiven Amberleigh for her cold move getting him all hot and bothered then abandoning him to his lonesome in the Gucci dressing room. He was even placated that she had loaded his arms full of Gucci fashions and accessories, and more than happy to carry them for her to the check out. A girl could totally get used to this shit.Once again, like in the other stores, Leo had their purchases set to be delivered back to the hotel to avoid toting them all up and down Champs-Elysees Avenue. But right now, that was one wealthy privilege Amber was more than happy to indulge in. Her feet were aching and she tried to hurry through Vuitton. But one did not simply hurry through a store like that, it demanded thorough time and attention.Amber gave it the attention it so deserved, painstakingly looking through their vast collection of purses. She chose Ebony an adorable clutch with a gold chain which would be easy for her to drag around the bars in Omega City. Harder for her drunk ass to l
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