Chapter 47 Fun with fucking loopholes

• Amberleigh found it more than a coincidence that when she ambled into the kitchen the next morning, she found a note from Leo saying he had family business to take care of and would be away for a few days. He promised he would be back in time to take her to her final fitting with Angelique Grimaldi. He had prepared her a few dishes ahead of time he’d left in the freezer and fridge and also take out menus for restaurants nearby. He’d also taken the time to star items on the menus he thought were worthy of her palate, as well as cross out ones he thought were lackluster. He even scribbled her little notes on the menus here and there, such as tastes like a yeast infection, or eat this and you’ll shit your brains out.
• Well, this sucked balls, as she realized how fucking codependent she’d become on the chef, and not just for feeding her, but also help keeping her sane. She couldn’t help but wonder if the moment they had the night before at the restaurant had a big hand in Leo suddenly needing to go away, and without telling her in person, or beforehand. What the fuck was she supposed to do to occupy her hours in this magazine worthy penthouse with just Mr. piece of the furniture Duvall, and three unwilling maids for company?
• Angelina, no surprise was thick on the Italian and excuses in broken English when Amberleigh tried to strike up a conversation, though with a bit of satisfaction, Amber was starting to understand more of the language. She’d studied it after her encounter with Grayson last night. It had been a great day, capped off with a fantastic highlight of sticking it to the fucking man alright. She was actually seriously looking forward to tonight with excitement, round two, rematch, and oh she planned on coming out on fucking top no doubt about it!