What is Xander up to now? And what about Dante, does he need to keep his feelings in check for his stepsister? Thanks so much for reading please help support me by voting and leaving a gem xo
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
Kenna I watch as he frowns, something has annoyed him, his jaw is ticking. That wonderfully strong jaw of his, and I see his eyes are darkening. Xander swiftly types something back, I wonder who he is messaging with. “So,” he says, looking directly at me with his blazing, blue eyes. “Do you have anything to tell me, Kenna?” “Like what?” I tap my fingers on the table. “I have a message from Violet on my phone. She says she has something she knows about you.” I gulp and reach for my wine glass. I don’t even dare to glance at him. Instead I move my eyes to the table instead. I somehow don’t think a glass of wine will be enough, maybe I need the bottle. Or perhaps Violet is bluffing. Does she know I am with him? Does she know he is in Napa? How would she know my whereabouts unless of course someone within the Bodega business who works with me is a mole and telling her my every movement. Mm, I hadn’t thought of that but now my mind is racing with all sorts of theories. “No. Like wh
KennaI lean forward and place my hands in my head, I knew something like this would happen. Violet just simply cannot help herself. She is a bitch with a capital B. Loathing and detest for her seeps through my entire body, the anger mounts up. “Can I get you anything?” Herbert has knocked on the glass office door. “No, thanks, Herbert, I am fine. Did the walk through with Mr Staniopolis go well?”“Yes, Ma’am. I think he is mighty impressed with our outfit here. It’ll be a good business partnership.” He has a smile on his face, I notice how the skin around his eyes crinkle. “Indeed,” I lie because the last thing I want is to have to be at Xander’s beck and call on a business level. I want to just move on from him yet every time I am with him, no matter how much my mind tells me he is trouble for me, my body seems to have a different opinion. It’s frustrating and conflicting. For Isaac’s business, however, it is a good thing. Xander promoting our winery in his hotels will increase ou
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