Finally, Violet is being seen to and taken out of harms way for Dante and Kenna. I am hugely relieved this part of Kenna's life is now over. Perhaps now we could expect - I hope - a proposal from Dante.
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
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
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
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 "Please go to the hospital and provide blood ASAP." The person who sent the message is my husband and we have been married for three years. It has been a marriage of convenience more than anything. It hurts because I love him. Still, despite him not loving me back and going out of his way to ignore me. My husband, Xander Staniopolis, a CEO and billionaire who owns luxurious hotels and villas in America and Europe, with dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, needs someone who has a rare type of blood. Mine is the fit, AB negative. It’s for his precious friend, Violet. I am sick of Violet and having to always donate my blood to her. She is so needy, sometimes I think she is trying to drain the life out of me. But for Xander and his wealth I will do pretty much anything. But we have a deal, Xander and I. He gives me the wealth I want and in return I donate blood. It’s not what I imagined growing up, I wanted a husband who loved me back. My stomach flips just thinking about donating
KennaDevastation fills my body, I can feel it running through me. I clutch my heart which feels as if it has dropped to the floor. I put my phone away trying to suppress the pain in my heart and the burning sensation in my body and force myself to go to the door. I will myself not to cry over this. I’ll make this one time and then I have some strong decisions to make. I hail a cab and request the driver take me straight to the coffee shop which is located close to the hospital to wait for Xander. I come here often, it is dimly lit offering an ambience that ordinarily I would find soothing. But not today as the torment engulfs me. Xander has tried to call me twice, I ignore his calls as the barista brings me over my pumpkin latte. Thankfully, he stopped calling. I watch as other couples sit closely together, wishing it was Xander and I. The lump in my throat is killing me, but I try to suppress it. Finally, an hour later Xander appears, he comes in as if he owns the place. To be ho
KennaShe stares at me as if she wants to drive a stake through my heart. Yeah, she knows I’ve caught her. This woman has never liked me, the moment I married and came into Xander’s life, Violet has made it perfectly clear by ignoring me and only pretending to be nice to me when Xander was around. Which of course was never very often. From behind me, I hear Xander’s harsh voice, it’s almost a snarl. I turn around and see his eyes darkening, the expression he wears is grim. I shudder, he looks like the Devil himself. His eyes piercing through me. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, I say nothing rooted to the spot. “Kenna!” His voice is as cold as ice, it makes me shudder from my head to my toes. Is he afraid maybe of what I might actually do to his precious Violet? If only I would do something to hurt her, then at least my marriage may have stood a chance. Violet’s eyes widen, I can see the fake panic all over her face. God, how I want to slap her right now. Instead I clench my
Xander A divorce? Is she seriously asking me for a divorce. What has gotten into her? I’m confused with myself, totally and utterly confused. Clearly I don’t care about Kenna, not at all. It’s always only been about her blood to save and help Violet. So, why does it bother me so much when she asked for a divorce? It’s not like I have feelings for Kenna. Or is it? No way, I dismiss the thought from my mind. Right now I have more important things to think about, like saving Violet’s life. I rake my hands through my dark hair, something weird is going on with my gut just thinking about her asking for the divorce, it’s gnarling. Damn, it actually feels like I am in physical pain. I sensed that there was something different about Kenna. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. It was like things were spinning out of control. You know when you’ve been in a car accident, life just seems to spiral around you. After three years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got marri
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