KennaThe restaurant is filling up, I spot many people that are celebrities and of course the tourists. New York is full of them and I can see why. Although, I personally would prefer to have a bolt hold property somewhere like New England. Maybe I can wrangle it and buy somewhere. I will ask Dante to help me. Mother is making small talk. Really I just want her to get to the point where she tells me what she has on Isaac. But, like I said before, there is no rushing my mother. “Have you found a young suitor yet, Kenna?” She says between forkfuls of her green salad with no dressing. I knew this would be coming. Ever since I have been divorced from Xander she has asked the question several times. My mother is keen to have grandchildren. And since I am her only child it rests on my shoulders. I am guessing that she knows Dante isn’t going to produce any for a while. He is building his own empire and also he is a confirmed bachelor. Although, things may change between us when we can fina
KennaI watch as my mother wipes her mouth with the napkin and places it down. The waiter comes over and removes our plates. We thank him and order two coffees. “I found some papers,” she begins. My interest is piqued. “I didn’t get a chance to read them fully, however, one was the will from his deceased sister.”I nod. “Okay, and what else? That isn’t exactly enough to have anything on Isaac.”“I wish we didn’t have to have anything on him actually, Kenna. I don’t want to force you to marry or go back into a relationship with Xander but it would be the easiest thing. Can’t you see, if you don’t, Isaac will divorce me and disown you. You need to remember, Kenna, he put us where we are.”Exasperated, I let out a deep breath. I fold my arms in front of my chest. The coffees arrive with some cream on top and chocolates on the side of the saucers. I thank the waiter who gives me a gracious smile. “Just tell me already, God, Mom you are being so frustrating right now. I will not remarry
KennaI land in Dallas at seven in the evening. My eyes feel like someone has thrown grit in them. Lack of sleep is making my head woozy and the words of Isaac and my mother won’t leave me alone. Anxiety floods my body, it is all consuming. How can they possibly consider me going back with Xander? I need to call Dante, it’s been such a runaway day that I haven’t even had a proper chance to catch up with him.The driver awaits me at the bottom of the steps of the jet and takes my luggage that the attendant has already brought down.“Good evening Miss Bodega, welcome to Dallas.” A different driver, a different city. I am already fed up with this tour. I guess if it were with anyone else then maybe I’d not have such feelings. I would be excited to have this massive opportunity to shine and show Isaac how impressive I can be. “Thank you, straight to the hotel.”He nods and opens the door for me before placing all my luggage in the trunk of the black Mercedes. I rest my head on the headre
XanderI am waiting at the entrance to my hotel, it is plush and luxurious like all the hotels I own. Money is no object to me and it is the experience I aim to give to my guests. A bell boy stands to the side with his trolley at the ready. I have instructed him already to be waiting for Kenna’s car to arrive. A woman stands behind me with a bouquet of plush, red roses to hand to Kenna upon arrival. We have decorated the hotel with more flowers than usual, I want it to be like a paradise for when she arrives. My heart is picking up pace knowing that her eta is in around five minutes. I check quickly behind me to ensure we are ready for her. Kenna is like royalty to me now and I am pulling out all the stops for her. “Miss Bodega will not need to check in, she will go straight to the elevator to her penthouse suite.” I tell the woman behind me. She nods.“We have everything under control, Mr Staniopolis. Your electronic signature against her suite is already on record.” “Good, thank
Kenna“Xander, I am warning you, do not touch me. We cannot be anything to you. Do you get that? I have someone else in my life now.” He raises his eyebrows, something he does on a regular basis. Why does he look so surprised? What, like can’t I get anyone else after he mentally ruined me?“Who?”“It is none of your business, Xander.”“It is all of my business. Isaac and I have a deal, Kenna and that involves you.”I move away from him and take a seat on the turquoise sofa that has white fluffy cushions strategically placed. I have to admit, the suite is perfect. There is a low level oak, square coffee table that sits between the sofa I am on, and two easy chairs opposite.Xander remains standing with his hands in his pockets. He looks like a mafia man with his hand tattoos and the scowl on his face.“Who? Your stepbrother? You know that is wrong don’t you Kenna? And what would Isaac think if he found out?”“Tsk, like I care anymore. And exactly what new arrangement do you have with
KennaI am horrified with his tone as I watch his back exiting the suite doors. My heart is racing and alarm fills me. What if he is being serious? I have to think of all my options here. Because this doesn’t just impact me anymore. It will impact Dante if we try to make a go of it. Isaac could disown both of us and whereas I know Dante is making a good deal out of his own business, it is nothing like the billions that he stands to inherit from Isaac. God this is cluster fucking mess, one I wish I wasn’t caught up in.Not only that, Isaac and Dante are pretty close as father and son. It could destroy their relations, and that would be so hard to deal with. Dante looks up to his father, he respects him. Although him knowing about the whole Xander thing, may just have changed that. And why does Xander want to have me back again? I just can’t figure it out. It’s almost like he wants something he can’t have. Let’s face it, he surely can't love. I mean why would he threaten me if he sincer
KennaAlarm blazes through my body like a raging wildfire in the forest. Sweat begins to trickle down my back and my breasts. My entire body is shaking with fear. “Let me go, I can give you all the cash I have on me. I think it’s about a hundred dollars. That is all I have.”“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.”“It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a picture. “Ah, see the
Xander I am tapping my fingers on the desk in my suite. What am I to do about Kenna? For a start I was in total agreement with Isaac. He came to me before I had even left for this trip with Kenna to view all the Bodega plants throughout the US.He offered me a longer term agreement to which of course I was interested in. I mean who wouldn’t be? The Bodega wine is priceless, and those who can afford it will only drink Bodega. It is the equivalent to the finest champagne in the world. So, as a business decision it made total sense to incorporate their brand into my chain of hotels.Going on the tour was not strictly necessary, however, when Isaac mentioned that he would be putting Kenna on the tour with me. Well there you have it, what can I say? Spending more time with Kenna was the clincher. I’ve made no bones about the fact that I want to win her back. None at all. And I am sure that whatever or whoever she has gotten herself entangled with, will dissolve pretty quickly. Especially
KennaTalk about having to do a man’s job and if you want anything done, then do it yourself. Honestly, I thought Xander had more balls than that. Although I do surprise myself with how brave and bold I am right now. There is too much to lose with a man like Antonio out there trying to harm me to get back at Xander. I have no hesitation in having someone shit the life out of him or even wipe him off this planet. But how I am now involved yet again in Xander’s business is unbelievable.I call Dante and wait for him to pick up. My whole day has been literally turned upside down. The meetings I was supposed to have are now cancelled and shifted out. The flight I wanted to take to go and visit Riley was also moved out. Fucking pisses me right off. His phone picks up.“Kenna, everything okay?”“No, Dante, not really. Xander has told me everything and it isn’t good. This Antonio guy thinks he has some kind of debt owing to him because of Violet and her drug running days. Who knew, eh, that
Xander“With me?” I am in my penthouse finally having a break from the tour. Everything is how I left it and my day lady has taken care of everything. I remind myself that I need to give her an increase. There are even fresh flowers in the vase on the high sheen, walnut table in the entrance hall. God, I have missed my views across Manhattan. The skyline is impressive although part of me longs to be at my country home where I can see the mountains for miles.“Yes with you, Xander. Do you know a man called Antonio Guilopo?”Fuck, it hits me like a gut punch and winds me. I need to sit down and I need a hefty scotch but it is still only two in the afternoon. “Well?” Her voice is impatient.“Yes, from a long time ago, Kenna. Why do you ask? He isn’t someone that should even cross your radar let alone the name come from your lips.”“Here’s the thing, Xander. I was followed this morning to work from Dante’s house and crashed into by a black 4x4, from behind. They tried to take me off the
KennaThe meeting is dragging, it is all about our new development in Asia. I didn’t even know Isaac was expanding into Asia. Holy smokes, why didn’t anyone inform me? This is utterly ridiculous. I have only been out of HQ for a couple of weeks on the tour and nobody thought to inform me via messaging or email. Why wasn’t I included? Maybe it was because Isaac had decided to drop a bombshell.In any case the unit looks impressive over twenty floors high, all smoked glass on the outside from the generated images. “And the projections?” I ask our head accountant, he looks like he has aged since I was last in HQ. I am not surprised with this new development and where is our CFO? He runs through the figures and I have to admit they are impressive, we will be hiring only local people nobody will be hired from outside the area. “And we are sure there is expertise locally?”“Yes, we have done a lot of research, Miss Bodega. You know we wouldn’t even be considering this as an option if it
DanteDammit who the hell is trying to rail Kenna? I message my assistant, Lorna quickly and let her know I am going to be late as I have some personal issues to attend to. She lets me know not to worry about anything and can push a few of my meetings to my free time later this afternoon. Not ideal since I wanted to be away from the office early to have a romantic dinner with Kenna and a night of hot, steamy passion. I guess that isn’t going to happen now since there is yet another turn of events. The poor woman has already gone through so much and now this.I want to cradle her in my arms and protect her and take all her worries away. Only I can’t and as a man like myself that makes me feel like shit. What, I can't even protect my own woman now? But I will find out who is in the vehicle. Anyone touches my woman they die!Next I make a call to the P.I. on the case for Kenna. He’s an ex NavySeal and now takes on all manner of cases, his name is Chase and he lives in Boston. “Chase, an
KennaI fire off a message to Dante hoping he will pick it up. I know he himself would be getting ready to head into his offices. I have a tail, a large black 4x4. Do you know anything about this?I wait tapping my pale pink nails on the mobile with anxiousness. Who the fuck is following me? Why is someone even following me?“You need to take me to the Bodega Head Office, I have no other choice. I can’t be driving around Manhattan trying to shake a tail,” I tell the driver.“Very well, Ma’am.” God I hate it when people call me ma’am. I’m still only in my twenties, it makes me feel so damn old. Ugh! I turn around in my seat wondering what is taking Dante so long. I can see a woman driving with ice blonde hair, I squint trying to see who it is sitting next to her but they are wearing a baseball cap. I notice a dark beard and that is about it. But the man sitting next to the woman is big built. What the hell!Hey, sorry I was getting ready and didn’t hear the phone. Okay, let me get ex
KennaWe lay spent on the bed, my insides ache but it is that good kind of ache that tells you, you’ve had amazing sex. My head rests on Dante’s shoulder where it fits perfectly.“Marriage, eh?” he says and kisses the top of my head. I can smell our sex and his masculine fragrance, it’s all woodsy and pine. Almost like you’d imagine a lumberjack. It fills my senses.“Okay, I may have been getting ahead of myself there a bit.” Now I feel slightly embarrassed. What was I thinking mentioning the big M word? “I would love to marry you, Kenna. I just want to have the opportunity to ask you properly. In a romantic setting that will take your breath away.” I love his words, they fill my heart which is already brimming with love and emotion for this strong and protective man who makes me feel like I am the only woman in the universe.“I guess I should get ready, I have some meetings to attend to today,” I say as I push myself into a seated position and rest my head on the engraved, wooden h
Dante“You told him! And how did he take it?” I was surprised to see Kenna at my front door not more than twenty minutes ago. Looking as beautiful as ever this time dressed down in some skinny black jeans that look molded to her, showcasing her long and toned legs. Her baggy sweatshirt hangs off one shoulder and has Mickey Mouse on the front. She looks too damn adorable right now and I am ready to pull off her clothes, throw her on my bed and make wild passionate love to her. Seriously though, Kenna looks only in her teens, not the billionairess in her twenties. How does she do it? And how does she do to me what she does? “At first not well, but then he agreed it would be best to make a family statement. He wants the name to be clear and all the skeletons out of the closet, so to speak, for when Riley comes to live with me part-time.” She has a grin of jubilation on her face. I walk over to her in the kitchen where she leans with her back to the sink and take her face in my hands. My
KennaHis face takes on an almost purple shade. I swear I have never seen a human look like an aubergine but here it is sitting in front of me.My mother gasps and clutches a hand to her mouth.“What are you saying, Kenna? It sounds like you are disowning us? We are your family, we gave you everything that has put you where you are enjoying the best life possible.”“Yes, Mom, I know that. I am not stupid and I remain grateful for everything that Isaac has done for me and treated me like his own daughter. That I cannot fault. But this attitude of his threatening to disown me because I am dating Dante. Well, that is clearly ridiculous. I could understand it if Dante and I were blood related but we are not.”Isaac coughs and puts up a hand to silence us both.“Ladies, please. Kenna, it is for your own good. The press will have a field day and they will start to dig around and find out that I am not his father. It will have all sorts of negative impact on him. I am not a cruel man, Kenna.
KennaMy eyes feel grainy and sore, they look red around the rims but I have my trusty concealer by YSLaurent to help disguise them and the fact that I have dark circles underneath them. I sigh as I get on yet another flight this time straight back to Manhattan. It is tiring, all I seem to have done for weeks is get on and off this damn jet. But I have business to attend to and there is no time like the present. I can work whilst I am onboard.The stewardess comes to me, I notice her coral shade of lipstick and her sunny demeanour as she smiles at me. Her hazel eyes look warm and comforting. “Can I get you anything, Miss Bodega?”“A new life would be good. I’ll just take a coffee please, hold on the cream and sugar. Black will be fine.”“Very well. We will be taking off shortly, I can bring it to you after.”“Thank you.” I know the drill who wouldn’t by now.Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for th