KennaThe driver pulls up in front of a four storey Georgian property. Large sash windows grace the front of the red brick building. White shutters stand open against the brick framing the large windows. A lot of light must flood into the property. It looks picture perfect with a deep green front door and six steps leading up to it with an iron railing on either side of the steps. There is a deep porch that runs the length of the property. I bet this house is full of love. Not saying mine wasn’t but it wasn’t exactly a mother and father scenario, not until my mother married Isaac who was always a good man to me. With trepidation I get out of the vehicle not waiting for the driver to come and assist me. I am both nervous and excited to see my little girl. The door opens and a beautiful woman in her thirties I’d guess stands in front of me. Her long, auburn hair is tied back in a low ponytail. She wears dark denims, flat cream pumps and a pale pink sweater. She looks fresh as a daisy.
KennaThe kitchen is full of sunlight that highlights and brings out the warmth of the yellow painted walls. Riley manages to get herself up onto a stool at the kitchen island wriggling around excitedly for Tate to pass her a cookie on a small plate.“They smell delicious,” I say, not even recalling when the last time was that I smelt a homemade cookie. My mother never had time for such baking luxuries when I was a kid. She had a couple of jobs to work since money was so scarce. It feels wonderful to be amidst such warmth and cozy surroundings. “Thanks, it’s my grandma’s chocolate chip cookie recipe. Here, try one.” This all feels so damn surreal to me, it doesn’t feel like I have never met Tate before or Riley. It’s like I have come home to visit a dear friend who I’ve known forever. She just gives off that vibe immediately. In my heart just from the few minutes I have been in Tate’s house, I can tell that she is the perfect mother for Riley. So, how am I going to do this now? “I h
DanteI pour myself a neat scotch back at my house. It’s now seven in the evening and today was one of the worst ones yet. How dare Isaac threaten to take away Kenna’s heiress status just because she and I are now seeing each other. How vindictive is that, right? I mean honestly, it isn’t like our being together has any impact on how she will run the business. And let’s face it, Bodega could do with some fresh blood and chase new business. Isaac has become set in his ways, he seems to think that if something is working just to leave it. But Kenna will breathe new life into his empire. Seriously, I think the man has some control issues that need working on. Wondering if I should call her but not wanting to interrupt her time if she is still with her daughter, I stew on the events of today. Perhaps it is best that I end my relationship with Kenna. Then that way, Isaac doesn’t have a leg to stand on and Kenna will still be heiress, after all she does deserve it. Over the last few month
KennaMy knees literally buckle underneath me, my heart goes into some kind of arrest and I can’t breathe. It feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of my body. His voice, it’s stern and definite. Not the way he usually talks to me. “What?” I stammer trying not to break down in tears. Maybe this is all some kind of sick joke. Only, Dante would never joke about anything like this.One minute I felt like I was on top of the world and everything was going well, with meeting Riley and knowing that Tate and I can both be involved in my daughter’s life. A good man to fly back to and a new friend in Xander. And now this.“What do you mean, you changed your mind? Don’t say that, Dante. You love me, you only just told me a few hours ago. Tell me what has changed your mind. Is it because I will have Riley in my life and you aren’t ready for a child to be present in our lives?” “Don’t be silly, Kenna. Of course it isn’t because of Riley. You of all people know I want a family one day w
KennaI hang up incensed with my mother for not being in my corner. Is she really that frightened that her own husband will disown her, that she has chosen him over me? In my book that is disgusting. I would never do something like this to Riley. Whatever my child wants as she grows older and whomever she chooses as her life partner, I will support. Providing he isn’t an abusive partner or an addict of any kind. I clutch my stomach, bile comes up my throat and my body seems to be having a melt down. My own mother has gone against me because of a tyrant like Isaac. I don’t know what is worse. Dante ending our relationship because Isaac has threatened my status, or my own flesh and blood turning against me and siding with her husband. For what? Money? Diamonds? Exclusive paintings? Horses? A fuck off mansion or two around the country and abroad? It sickens me. Oh God, I feel like I am going to puke. I run straight to the large bathroom with its rose pink marble floor and drop to my kn
KennaTiredness overwhelms me, yet I know sleep will elude me as usual. There is far too much going on my mind right now. I am still overwhelmed with anger towards Isaac and his narrow minded ways and views. And my mother, now the pain and hurt is subsiding. I feel sad that she hasn’t stood by me. Was she always like this and I just never saw it? I swear to God, I will make sure that Riley has a mother to always depend upon. It’s eleven at night, I lay under the duvet with my head against the pillows and wonder if Dante will still be awake. I want to reach out to him and speak with him, to let him know I have made my final decision.It’s not like I don’t have other options. For a start I have a keen eye on fashion and could start my own label. Hell, if other people can do it then so can I. Not that I actually know where to start but being a Bodega does give me certain access to connections. A plan begins to form in my head, I do have to admit I fancy myself in the fashion world and t
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
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.
KennaThe way he touches me is like electricity pulsing through my body giving me sexy sensations that send me over the edge. His cock is thrust deep inside my wetness making me moan with pleasure. I have to be quiet because Riley is in the room next to us so I can always hear her if she needs anything and I can see her on the monitor if I want to watch her sleep.“You feel so good, Dante so damn good. I can’t get enough of you.” My breath is catching and my throat is dry. “Do you want more, Kenna? Tell me what you need, baby.”“More, deeper, faster, harder, take me Dante.” He groans. “Fuck woman you are sending me over the edge. My balls are so fucking ready to explode hot cum inside your pretty, tight cunt. Is that what you want?”“Oh, yes, yes please, Dante. I want to feel you filling me up, every inch of my pussy needs you right now. I’m close, so close,” I whisper.It feels as if his huge cock is at my throat as he pushes and drills deeper into me, impaling me with every move o
Kenna - five months laterI am surrounded by mountains as I stand on the wrap around balcony in our new home in Oregon. It’s not our everyday home but one we can come to retreat to. In the end Dante and I decided that we wanted somewhere to come that was far from our hectic and chaotic world. And here it is absolutely stunning with mountain peaks that are strong and majestic on the horizon. It’s a beautiful Spring day and flowers are out, buds are on the trees that already have leaves and the pine trees stand proud and tall. The morning sun shines onto our private lake making it appear as if diamonds are spread across it. Later, Dante, Riley and I will take our small boat out and enjoy a nice water picnic and play in the lake with Riley. She is a true water baby just like I was as a young girl.Right now life couldn’t be better. It has been a long and hard five months with all the changes in Bodega and the merger of Dante’s business. The final papers were drawn up four weeks ago and n
DanteI’m so nervous waiting for Kenna and Riley to arrive. I never thought I would be but meeting her daughter means everything to Kenna and I want her to be happy. I’d get the moon and the sun if I could. The car pulls up and Kenna steps out without waiting for her driver, this tells me she is eager for the introduction. Are my palms sweating? I think they are. I can’t even recall the last time I was so damn nervous. Eliza has just called me to say that Isaac has woken up and says he is feeling fine. I doubt he is but he is a strong old coot and won’t let anything keep him down. I have to admire a man like Isaac. Thankfully, Eliza will be at home tonight and of course she couldn’t resist having her first dinner with her grandchild. It has been a long time coming.The driver opens the other door and a small child comes out. I can see from the front steps in an instant that she is Kenna’s daughter. They have the same emerald green eyes shaped like almonds, and her hair is almost the s
KennaAll thoughts of the meetings yesterday are beginning to finally evaporate. It was a tough day. Naturally I was met with a lot of frostiness and ice when I strode into the boardroom dressed in my black Prada pants suit, high Jimmy Choo shoes and my laptop under my arm, and my hair pulled up into a no-nonsense bun. The top executives were looking down their noses at me as usual. It came as a shock when I told them that Isaac had already handed the reins to me. You should have seen the look on their faces. It gave me great satisfaction to know that I had the power to get rid of all of them with the exception of our marketing executive and our accountants. The rest were given good severance packages and went out with their tails between their legs. Good riddance is all I can say. We never could have worked together, they were too set in their ways and Bodega Wines needs fresh blood to propel it forward.From now on we are doing the Kenna Bodega way!Riley comes running out of the do
Kenna“What was that?” I am alert and in flight or fight mode. Ever since I was taken into that derelict building it seems my senses even when sleeping, are on high alert.“I don’t know. Stay here and I will go and look.”“What? Are you joking? Call 911. Don’t go and look. The first thing they say is never to go and face the scene. Dante, do not go downstairs.”He lets out a sigh. “I have a gun, Kenna, it will be perfectly safe.”“A gun? Jeez-us Dante we don’t need guns and where the hell are your protection detail? Wasn’t someone outside patrolling all night?”“Maybe someone has slipped in the back. Listen you get into the panic room,” he points to the dark green door with a large brass handle on it. “And use the keypad to lock it. I will call 911 and make my way downstairs. My detail will be around. Whoever has tried to get in will not get far, Kenna. Trust me, I have us covered.”“It doesn’t feel like it if someone has broken a window or one of the doors in the kitchen.”Why am I a
DanteBygones will be left as bygones. Seeing my father figure looking so frail and ill makes me realize that family is the most important thing in the world. I want him to recover fully and enjoy his life doing the things he loves. Being on the golf course, going for strolls with Eliza and taking the time to get to know Riley, his ready made granddaughter. Life should be fulfilling, not filled with stress and worrying about his empire. I will merge mine with Bodega wines I have decided and help Kenna run it. She will need all the support and help she can get. But first there is something I must do.When we arrive back home it is the early hours of the morning and we are both too exhausted to even contemplate having more sex. Not that I don’t want to ravish her beautiful body because I do, but we both need sleep. Tomorrow will be another long day. We plan to go and visit Isaac in the morning and take fresh clothes for Eliza then we will head to the Bodega Head offices in Manhattan an
Kenna“Oh my God, can you believe it? Quick get dressed.” I tell Dante and do so myself by straightening out my panties that are now soaking wet. Dante does things to me no other man has ever been able to do before, he gives me the confidence to be myself and go for what I want. I’ve never been so willing a participant as this before where sex is concerned.The door bangs again just as Dante is pulling up his shorts and pants. He buckles the belt.“We’re fine, thanks for checking. It got stuck but I’m sure it’ll be fine now,” Dante calls out as I giggle and place a hand over my mouth.“It’s like being a teenager again, right?” I say as he grimaces, having almost been caught with his pants down. A sure fire way to make any hard cock go flaccid. I have the serious case of the giggles as he runs his hands through his hair then pushes the button to release the door.We’re greeted by a man with a grey beard and hair and the bushiest eyebrows I have ever seen. He is wearing a yellow high vi
DanteFinally, we are back in the safety of the elevator. Her fragrance assaults my senses in a positive way and I can feel my erection growing in my pants. Without warning Kenna, I push her gently against the back of the elevator wall and hit the stop button once we are on the fourth floor, nobody should interrupt us. After all it is a private elevator specifically only for the Bodega wing so unless her mother has decided to come out for fresh air, nobody will be trying to use it.She gasps, her mouth parts. That’s my invitation to lower my lips to hers and slide my tongue along her bottom lip and pull on it softly with my teeth. “Dante,” she breathes out but I can see the quick turning arousal in her already hooded eyes.“Kenna you are so fucking beautiful. All I could think about during our meal was fucking you in the elevator. Have you had elevator sex before?” “No, never, this is the first.”“Good, we will have many firsts, Kenna. That much I can promise you.” I stroke her jaw w
KennaI had a delicious Italian pasta dish with plenty of pesto and tomato sauce. It was like a slice of heaven. Dante and I talked about all the repercussions following Isaac’s heart attack. We still cannot believe this has happened to him. He was always fit and healthy and like I’ve said before a keen golfer and not to mention he’d work out in his gym at the house every morning. We walk hand in hand back to the hospital doors only to find right outside crowds of news vans and reporters.“Oh, shit. I’m too exhausted for this right now,” I say and pissed off since Dante and I were supposed to having a sex elevator date. “Let me try and get rid of them.” He pulls me closer into him as I shield my face from the cameras flashing.“Kenna, Dante can we have a statement please?” A thin, wiry man asks, wearing a brown and navy beanie. He has a goatee, my least favorite look on a man. “No, we are heading back into to see Mr. Bodega. This can wait,” Dante tells them in a stern voice.“Come