I am not sure if I actually feel for Xander right now, the poor man is so conflicted with his feelings and emotions. Thoughts? xoxo
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
XanderWatching her chest rise and fall is doing strange things to my body and making my crotch area of my trousers tight. Her lips are slightly parted and her cheeks are flushed. “Are you warm, Kenna. Do you want us to move outside where there is more breeze now the winds are picking up slightly?” “What? No, I’m perfectly fine.” I chuckle knowing that for some reason I am having an impact on her and well I like it. The way her eyes are darkening making her iris’s look bigger and blacker is a dead giveaway that she is liking being here with me. Why did I waste all that time when I was with her? “So, tell me what are your plans within Bodega. You want to be on the executive board I take it?” “Of course, it’s going to take a couple of years I should imagine to claw my way to the top. Isaac did say he wanted me on the board but I declined.” She takes a sip of the chilled Sauvignon crisp white wine.“Why did you decline, you would have had all the extra money, the perks, everything. A
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