Oh seriously, Xander is at the club. And he's going to be mean. I am wondering if he is jealous xx thanks for reading xoxo
XanderSeeing her with some guy on the dance floor has made me see red. RED. I can’t stand it any longer, blood pumps around my body fuelled with anger and jealousy. Since when do I ever have a jealous rage ? But her being so close to that dude is seriously irking me. My fists are balled by my side until I slam my neat whiskey back and go to her.I have been watching her with that friend of hers, sitting there looking so damn hot and beautiful that it made my breath catch in my throat. She never dressed like that when we were together, but then we never went out to clubs or parties only to galas when she was expected to dress high end and demure. Seeing her like this in her short dress showing off all her curves has got my pulse racing. I storm over to her and tear the man off her, “Kenna what the fuck are you doing you slut?” She looks at me, her mouth gaping open.Shit, did I just call her a slut? What the hell has gotten into me? I am never like this. And calling her a slut, that i
Kenna“Holy cow, was that Xander on the dance floor?” Elsie asks me, definitely tipsy. I check the bottle of Krug and yes she has had a fair amount to drink. “Yeah, he was being a dick because I was dancing with some guys. You know I liked that guy a lot.” I sigh and take a long drink of my champagne. A waiter hovers near us. “Can I get you ladies another drink?” “Yes please, just a glass each, we’re nearly done for the evening. You can charge everything to the Bodega account.” He nods politely and moves away towards the bar. Carl, my bodyguard, goes back to standing discreetly behind us, not within earshot. “Oo, sounds like Xander is jealous. The calm, cool and collected Xander has got himself in a rage. That’s almost hysterical.”“Nothing about the situation is hysterical, Elsie. Listen, I think you’ve had way too much to drink. Say we go home. You can have a sleepover at mine if you want.”“No, I’m not ready to go, Kenna. I want to let my hair down and kick up my heels and have
DanteKenna was clearly a bit on the drunk side when she got home last night, her face again was strained and all I want is to see her happy and smile.It hurts my heart to see her always on the brink of extreme stress, like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders all the time. I know being an heiress to a fortune and an empire like Bodega wines is no small calling but she needs to be able to go out and have fun and let her hair down. Only, when she came in last night she looked as pinched as she had done when she was back from the last hospital visit.I asked her what happened at the hospital but she won’t tell me and now my stepmom is acting all weird too. Her eyes are always red like she’s been crying. A lot. Why won’t anyone tell me what the hell is going on around here?All I wanted to do was take Kenna in my arms and hold her tight, yet I know it’s wrong I am her stepbrother after all. It’s the weirdest thing because it seems the way I feel for her Kenna these days is so
KennaAfter breakfast I excuse myself, I have to find out what Xander is up to and I hope to God that Isaac does not put me in charge of Xander's new label and wine. Besides, I already have enough on my plate. “Morning, Sis.” Harless passes me on the sweeping staircase, she looks all fresh as a daisy this morning with her blonde hair up in a high ponytail and well perhaps a bit too much makeup, but hell you know my mother and Isaac pretty much let her get away with anything. “Good morning, Harlee. What’s on your agenda today?” “College, it sucks. Honestly, why do I even have to go? I’ve got enough money from dad.” She frowns. I chuckle. I was desperate to get a job and have my own money. So dumbly desperate that when I saw the first opportunity from Xander, I took it and now look what happened. A divorcee and only in my early twenties with nothing to show for it but a relatively healthy bank balance. “You need to study, Harlee if you want to help run the business one day.”“You are
XanderiIt’s been two days and still I have not heard anything from Kenna. We had a meeting scheduled in Napa where I know from Isaac she was heading and I have business to discuss. I’m keen to get this new blend of wine into my hotels and charge a fortune per bottle and she is designing the new label. I can only imagine how Kenna will not be liking the fact that we have to work together.Little known to her, I advised Isaac that I would not do business with him unless he put Kenna on the job. And of course, Isaac being the businessman that he is, did not want to lose out on this opportunity, it’s worth over a million dollars to him.Why do I want a new label and blend of wine from Bodega when I could ask any wine house for this? Because it’s the only way that I can think of to get anywhere near Kenna. The woman is living rent free in my mind at the moment. She is consuming all my thoughts. I am distracted beyond belief and I am kicking myself in the balls for being such a jerk and l
KennaGod, this man infuriates me, I grind my teeth hoping I don’t crack a molar or something. I’m not a big fan of the dentist. And I didn’t miss the upturned lips and his cocky grin and the way his eyes seemed to dance. They are bedazzling and I am trying not to be impacted by the way he is looking my body up and down with particular interest on my chest. “Up here, Xander. What is wrong with you? I am not a piece of meat.” He smirks at me and chuckles. “No, you’re not but you are a gorgeous looking woman.” He leans against the door of the office, why can’t he just sit down like a normal person. Is he trying to intimidate me or something? “And since when do you think that? This is a newsflash, you never paid me any attention when we were married.”“Maybe I didn’t appreciate what I had at the time, Kenna.”“Tough, it’s way too late now. I am not interested in your smooth talking mouth right now. We have business to conduct.” I sigh, “and would you please sit down. You are making me
XanderIt has amused me the way she is getting annoyed with my words and the way I am looking at her. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to annoy or irritate her. It’s just that I can’t help myself. Even I am surprised by how I am feeling for Kenna right now and I can’t put my finger on what exactly it is.For sure, I fancy the way she looks, the curves of her body and wonder why on earth I paid no attention to her when I was married to her.Also, I am enjoying this new found feistiness of hers, it’s a huge turn on. My little mouse, Kenna has turned into a woman who knows her own mind. Not to mention clearly her intelligence, another thing she kept hidden from me.Or was it just that I was so focused on keeping my word to my best friend when he died, that I would take care of Violet? Maybe I have focused way too much on Violet to have noticed Kenna. But it’s time I tried to win her back. I do not like to lose at anything and having a divorce on my copy book now, doesn’t sit right wit
KennaI couldn’t exactly make a scene in front of everyone even though I wanted to throw a tantrum and tell Xander where he could stick his lunch invitation. The audacity of the man, how dare he demand that I have dinner with him? Who on earth does he think he is? And why all of a sudden the interest in me? He is an arrogant man who thinks he can have everything he wants. It is up to me to show him or at least tell him at lunch that I will not be spoken to like that nor will I bow down and let him have me again.As far as I am concerned, Xander had his chance. Although, I am now questioning why I get a slight thrill curse through my body as the thought of being close to him at lunch.No mind, I have to freshen up. It’s been a long morning and I feel like I need to reapply some mascara and lipstick. He stands in the main reception area with its vaulted ceilings and rustic hanging lamps made of iron with just orange bulbs hanging down casting a glorious shade across the stripped wood fl