From the same exclusive bar where he met Kenzie on the cruise, Andrew was by himself, drinking hard liquor and constantly looking at his phone.
He was contemplating whether to text Kenzie again. He thought, 'I wasn't much of a bother, was I? I gave her the space that she needed.'
Leaning back in his seat, he considered, 'I mean, I only message her every hour. It wasn't like... I texted her all the time!'
His last text to her suggested where he was, hoping she would come after him.
Andrew: [Kenzie, I am at the bar, in case you want to kiss and make up. I really miss you, sweetheart.]
They weren't really in a fight, but the "space" thing and the "time to think" thing was getting into him badly.
When Kenzie left his suite two days ago, he gave himself an hour to think. That was all it took for him to conclude; he wanted to marry Kenzie no matter what.
He groaned in his seat, making a mess of his hair
Thank you for the support guys! Read your comments. You are all so sweet. The next chapter is tomorrow.
There was no point hesitating. When Kenzie offered to kiss and make up, Andrew grabbed her by the waist and captured her lips. It was soft and sweet, filled with burning desire. Andrew sensed a hint of sweet cherry from her pinkish rims, and he easily felt elated at her blossom scent. Kenzie, on the other hand, felt warmth from his tongue. It was strong and intoxicating, especially since he had taken a few drinks. Still, it did nothing to lessen his inciting taste. In the middle of a crowded bar, from within the Imperial Cruise, two godly frames did not hold back from kissing each other with passion. People could not help but stare, as if they were in a movie, admiring the leads of a romance story. Kenzie and Andrew had nothing but longing in the way they held each other and how their eyes closed as they kissed. When the two finally broke off from the kiss, Kenzie smiled brightly at Andrew,
"What makes you think I'm not, Kenzie Wright?" The question took Kenzie aback. 'Was he serious? Love? This early? Was that the reason for his sudden marriage proposal?' A big part of her was not ready to find out whether it was true that she brushed it off. She faked a chuckle and said, "Yeah, right, Andrew. That remains to be seen." There was an awkward silence between them before Andrew returned, "In any case." He rose from his seat to hug Kenzie, lifting her from the sofa, and took a full turn. While Kenzie squeaked at being tossed around, Andrew declared, "You won't regret it, Kenzie." Still dangling in the air, with her frame secured in Andrew's arms, Kenzie pursed her lips and replied, "I - I hope so Andrew. I want you to know, I'm risking a lot, to think I'm still mending." "And I can promise you, I'll let you get through mending in a flash," he swore, smirking at the end of his statement. "Just like this marri
"Oh, wow." Inside the limo, across the sweet couple, Wendell had his mouth wide open as his eyes panned from Andrew to Kenzie. "Wow, Sir Andrew. May I just say... you hit the jackpot?" He had both his thumbs up and said, "Your grandmother would be pleased." His expression suddenly changed as he revealed, "Although, the rest of the female population in the company would probably mourn." Wendell hissed, thinking about all the girls who would bother him about his boss being married. On the day the ship docked in Italy, Andrew and Kenzie took the first flight out to London and Wendell met them at the airport, ready to leave for the civil registrar's office. At Wendell's statement, Kenzie chuckled. Andrew, on the other hand, just ignored the remark and put an arm around Kenzie. He pecked on her forehead and said, "I'm sorry, my assistant is a little nosy for his own good." He shrugged and added, "It's just that he gets the job done and I'm us
"Kenzie wake up. Kenzie, wake up, sweetheart." Kenzie was in a deep slumber, hugging a pillow tightly with both her arm and her inviting legs. She was dressed in an oversized shirt and had her usual tight shorts. She felt fingers caress her cheeks and a familiar voice calling out to her. "Kenzie." She fluttered her eyes open to see a newly bathed, Andrew Kentworthy in his sleeping wear. His white shirt loosely hugged his well-molded torso, his pajamas showing off his slender waist. 'Oh, he-llo. Am I dreaming?' She thought to herself. She could never get used to his sexiness. Eventually, she saw him smirk and said, "I see you are getting the hang of wearing my clothes." Slowly rising from the bed, Kenzie flushed and replied, "I still have to wash my clothes, remember?" Andrew chuckled and asked, "What did you do the whole day?" 'Dreaming about you.' She smiled sheepishly and gave a white lie, "Sleep." She force
[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] Kenzie had a question mark on her face, wondering what this man was up to. She was nervous as hell, knowing that since they were already married, he could easily ask for that one thing she wasn't ready for; doing the deed. While looking straight into her blue orbs, Andrew caressed her cheeks and said, "I'm glad I make you anxious." He pecked on her lips and assured, "Don't worry Kenzie. I won't break my promise." He pecked the side of her neck and asked, "Just... trust me." Their last day at the cruise was spent enjoying the ship's facilities and while they made out a few times, Andrew had not made her orgasm again. Hence, the thought of being touched down there aroused an unknown desire from within her. How could she forget how it felt? It was so damn good! "Aaaahh." She moaned, feeling Andrew's sweet kisses around her
"For Andrew's sake, I will have my eye on you." Rosa's last line felt somewhat of a threat to Kenzie, but she knew better. This woman only cared for Andrew. She pursed her lips before answering, "Well good, Rosa, because I could use the company, going around town." She smiled happily and asked, "For starters, I could use a great coffee so after I unpack, let's go grab one. My treat." Two hours later, Kenzie and Rosa found themselves at a nearby coffee shop, known to be the best around the block. It was called The Steam Beans Cafe. The establishment was classy, spacious, and refreshing at the same time, decorated with indoor plants in between tables and mostly, hanging from the ceiling. After getting Rosa's preference for their lunch, Kenzie went to the counter to order their meal and of course, a good dose of coffee. The coffee was late for Kenzie, but better late than having no caffeine at all. Just as she paid
After three days of working at the cafe, Kenzie was scheduled for a day's rest. She took the chance to set up her music room with the help of the housekeepers. It was already late in the afternoon when she finished. Her very own private space was not only equipped with musical instruments, mixers, and computers, but it had a sofa lounge for her to rest. It was there where she took her nap, following a day's accomplishment. Her phone buzzed, and she excitedly reached for her mobile, despite still in a daze. She hoped it was Andrew, but to her dismay, she received W******p messages from an unknown number, someone too unwelcoming. Three photos popped up. The first one was a picture of Alyssa and Brad, lips locked and her so-called friend showed off the rock on her finger. It has been more than a month, and while her feelings for Brad had changed into anger, Kenzie could not help but feel hurt. She gasped, feeling
"Anything I can get you, ma'am?" Kenzie asked an old lady with wavy brown hair and expressive grey eyes, looking like she was in her seventies. For more than two hours since the woman came to the coffee shop, she had been staring at Kenzie, studying her every move. Kenzie just had to check what the lady wanted. "Well, how about a wife for my grandson? Would you like to be one?" The lady chuckled and said, "I saw you helping Mr. Chapman earlier and I think you were very sweet." Mr. Chapman was one of the cafe's regular customers. He had a hearing problem which made it very difficult to get his order straightened out, but earlier, when Kenzie took his order, she was patient with him, smiling as she showed him the options for that day's special menu. "Oh," Kenzie said before smiling back. "Mr. Chapman is such a nice man. Anyone would be more than willing to help him." "No. Not really." The lady sighed and revealed, "Some often lose their patience with him, but not you. Another th
Hello, my lovely readers, Thank you once again for having supported me this far. Kenzie and Andrew's love story has finally concluded. I'd have to say, this was the most challenging novel for me to write, all because of how we were affected by Typhoon Odette. Still, I thank my creator for guiding me and providing for me and my family's needs during that difficult time. I also appreciate my reader's words of encouragement, understanding, and concern. You all have helped me get this far. I am grateful that despite the struggle, I completed the novel according to my timeline. In case you did not know, this novel is Book 2 of the Wright Family Series. You can read the other books by searching for the titles below. Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story) Book 5: I Fell For Th
"Alright, Luke. The first and very basic technique is to strike from above," Andrew said, holding a wooden sword in his hand. "As your starting position, your left foot should be here as your leading foot." Looking down in his ready stance, he explained, "Your right foot is to the back. This way, your body weight is evenly distributed and your hips are facing towards the opponent." He held tightly on the grip and demonstrated, "Your sword is pretty much at shoulder level. Like this." "Then, you bring your sword forward this way. You step your right foot this way, out of the line of attack, and then bring down your blade, hitting your opponent!" Andrew turned to Luke with a confident grin and said, "It's very easy... What do you think?" "Dada! Dada! Num, num mama!" The one-year-old was pointing to the door, wanting to go to his mommy. Obviously, Andrew's demonstration did not sink in to the baby. And how could he? It was just Andrew's wishful t
Kenzie was back home with her husband and daughter. She was at least happy; she got to visit Braeton before she would give birth for she knew, she would need to hold back from flying once the baby is out. Kyle ended up visiting them though, in the middle of her wait. He had been planning to build a hotel in England and that was finally put into action when Andrew aided in securing a prime lot, just within the city. At that time, Kenzie and Andrew suspected that Kyle might be interested in a girl, seeing as how he was now smiling like a love-sick fool, but naturally, her twin brother was in denial. Nevertheless, it wasn't Kenzie's priority. She figured if her brother would meet a girl to help him get it up, she would be introduced to the family soon. Yes, her brother, Kyle had trouble getting it up for some time. Kenzie never knew why, but she was always confident her brother would meet his "The One" in due time. She thought, pe
Months passed again. Crowding in a room of two obstetrician doctors, Andrew walked in with one more. He said, "This is Doctor Mandal, from The Royal London Hospital." Turning to the other doctors, Andrew introduced each one, "This is doctor Owen from Liverpool. This is doctor Martin, my wife's attending doctor." Lying in the hospital bed, Kenzie had a frown on her face. She shook her head and sighed in annoyance at what her husband had actually done. "This is absolutely no disrespect to doctor Martin," Andrew began. "I absolutely - absolutely understand that sometimes, a baby's gender can be named incorrectly." Exhaling deeply, he resumed, "They say, two heads are better than one, well, I made it three heads. Surely, we can be more accurate in identifying my child's gender." "I understand, Mister Kentworthy," doctor Martin replied. "And I respect your preference, so, shall we begin?" It was because of Kenzie's first pregn
A loud smack made it in Kenzie's behind, making her scream, "Ahhh! Andrew!" "Get your ass off the bed, sweetheart? Your pregnant, not sick. The doctor clearly said you could walk, go up and down the stairs, and even work," Andrew said before letting out a heavy sigh. "Your perfectly round ass is going to get bloated." "How dare you? I don't care if I get fat! I will just lie here in bed until this baby turns four months old, and that's final!" Kenzie retorted while giving her husband a nasty stare. "I'd rather be safe than sorry, thank you very much." "Ahhh..." Taking a full turn Andrew groaned before joining his wife to bed. He said, "Well, if you are not joining me at the party, then I'm not going either." "What?" Kenzie turned with a frown. "You are not attending your company's anniversary party? Are you crazy?" "What good is a party if my wife isn't there?" Andrew said while turning to her side and embracing her from behind. "The party can
Time passed again. Months turned into a year. While it did not take long for Kenzie to recover from the depression, the couple decided not to rush on having a baby, rather allow it to come along, should it happen. They did not want to plan it. Each time Andrew and Kenzie made love, they simply relished in the pleasure without expecting anything to come out of it. Whether Kenzie wanted to rest in order to conceive, Andrew never put pressure on her, especially since, when she lost the pregnancy, she blamed herself thoroughly. Thus, Kenzie managed to take her career into greater victory, turning it into a business of her own. She managed to sign more artists under her record label and named her company, Steller Music Entertainment. Within that time frame, Courtney Star released another single, signed under the new record label and the young artist, Little Cali. Others were still working on recording their first album with Kenzie's
"I'm sorry, Misses Kentworthy, but you had a miscarriage." The words kept repeating in Kenzie's head as she sulked inside her room, back in Braeton. On the same day she learned her pregnancy failed, she left to see her family. She brought along Kimberly with her and since Andrew could not just leave the company abruptly, especially when he just took a leave, attending to his parents' wedding; he had to stay and command KNW Lifestyle Media. When she arrived in Braeton, she went straight to her parent's house, not making use of the one her father bought for Kimberly.Kenzie wanted to be in her most familiar space, her comfort zone, one she grew up in most of her life. For three straight days, she had been grieving in her room, merely going out to check on her daughter and eating meals. She could not function effectively in her daily routine, not even enjoy her time with Kimberly. Kenzie, evidently found herself in a depressed state that
Two months passed. Andrew and Kenzie sponsored Melissa and Ambrose's church wedding. It was almost two years too late. They had longed planned their formal celebration, but the two got occupied with taking care of a new baby. Their son, Maverick was hospitalized twice since he was born and that dragged out the couple's plans to formalize their weddings. Furthermore, Ambrose was busy expanding his business, often traveling to another country, hoping to find the next good acquisition. Like Andrew and Kenzie's wedding, many esteemed guests crowded within the cathedral of Melissa's choice. It was yet another grand wedding, coming from the Kentworthys. While waiting for the bride, Kenzie and Andrew gave their regards to Ambrose. "Congratulations again, brother, for finally marrying the woman of your dreams," Andrew said while fixing Ambrose's bowtie. "There you go. You almost looked like me
[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] Kenzie was feeling pampered, bathing in warm water that complemented with special salt from the Dead Sea, and scented with lavender oil. She felt her skin being lathered by the same mixture as she caressed herself. Just as she closed her eyes appreciating the aroma, she felt hands massaging her neck and back. "Hmmm... right, there," she said while tilting her head to one side. "Though, this is not a place for a massage." Andrew chuckled and said, "You seemed like you could use one." From within their penthouse bathroom, the couple was inside a sizable jacuzzi tub, enjoying their romantic bath, drifting with rose petals. Andrew insisted they enjoy the bath the hotel had arranged, before indulging in a night of love-making. Kenzie's hair was tied behind her head, perfectly formed into a bun and with that, her slender neck was in full displa