Oo I wonder what Kenna's mom has to hide? xo
KennaOh God today has been a total shit show. I managed to get to the Excom Meeting, of course the members were not especially receptive towards me. Isaac introduced me as the new solutions manager and that I was his stepdaughter and would eventually be assuming the position of CEO in six month’s time. Well, that went down like a lead balloon. There were plenty of raised eyebrows and some folding of arms. Of course they don’t want a young thing like me suddenly becoming the CEO of the business and having a handle on running the business.One man, Wilkinson, an older man in his mid-fifties even went as far as to say that he thought the leader of the org should be handed to one of them not to a young girl in her twenties and what did I know about the business. Isaac did stand in my corner, thankfully and explained that he wouldn’t consider putting me in charge if he didn’t feel that I was learning from the ground up. It was exhausting to say the least. Some of the women were a lot kind
KennaIsaac takes a seat behind his maple carved desk, on which sit three screens, his laptop and his mobile. I notice the picture frame which has a picture of himself with my mother, Dante and my stepsister. Interesting, I am not in the picture. “Take a seat, Kenna.”I sit down and cross one leg over the other and clasp my hands on my knee. “I called you in because there is something we need to discuss.”Okay, I inhale deeply and yes, I admit I am slightly nervous. “Sure, is everything okay? I am nervous, butterflies are swimming in my stomach and the thought of him knowing is causing me to feel nauseous.“Yes, but I am concerned that there is some backlash from my Excom team. It wasn’t what I was expecting.” My stomach drops. Where is he going with this? Will he decide not to make me the heiress afterall? I need to be because otherwise I will be stuck working the managerial role for a very long time, and though the pay is good it won’t be enough for me to ever be able to move out o
KennaMacey’s is packed when I arrive, so many people and now I am wishing I had just gone home and changed into my lounge pants, a hoodie and thrown myself on the bed and read but I don’t want to let Elsie down. During my so-called marriage to Xander, I hardly saw my best friend. I felt almost as if I was in a prison and even when I was allowed out, I was too exhausted from all the blood donations and the neediness and toxicity of Violet.I push forward causing many men to give me admiring glances as I head for the bar where I know Elsie will be. She told me to meet her at the right side, so that is where I head for. Having showered back in my en-suite bathroom in my office suite I do feel somewhat fresher. The day is still on me though, the stress of knowing I need to win people over, having to go on this damn tour with Xander when he is back from Japan and the threat of Violet blackmailing me. I spot my friend, it’s not difficult since she is wearing the tightest bandage dress in
KennaThe hotel suite these guys have is enormous, with a separate large bathroom in which sits a raised tub looking out of floor to ceiling windows of the city beyond. The lounge area is a huge square with a large flat screen on the wall, a fireplace, two plush cream sofas facing each other and a coffee table in the middle. The windows are also floor to ceiling and the views across the city are magnificent. I take in a deep breath as Luke comes to me and places an arm around my waist, pulling me into him. He smells of cinnamon and well just a masculine kind of scent. “Stunning, right?”“Absolutely, it’s breathtaking. But it’s not the mountains.” He looks down at me since he towers over me by quite a bit. “You love the mountains?”“Absolutely, it’s peaceful and relaxing and the air is so pure. I have…” I quickly stop myself from telling him that we have mountain retreats in Colorado, Switzerland, Spain and Italy. I’m not giving my name away, like I said it will change his whole pers
Kenna“Stop, please stop,” I hear my voice crying out. Luke halts what he is doing immediately.“Are you okay?” His voice is full of concern, his eyes still hooded with desire. I shake my head.“No, sorry I just can’t go through with this. It’s not me, I need to get out of here. I need to leave.” He moves away from me after kissing my forehead.“Of course, you are not a prisoner, we don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Kenna. I’m sorry you don’t have to be.” He gets off me and pulls on his boxer shorts and helps me up with his hand holding mine. My heart is sinking and my stomach is lurching, oh God, I feel like I’m going to vomit. I run to the bathroom and throw myself on my knees and lean over the toilet bowl. Either the whole situation has gotten to me or I have had far too much champagne to drink. Perhaps it’s both. All I do is retch, nothing physically comes up. I sit down on the cold, black marble floor and take deep breaths. I need to get changed and leave.There’s a knoc
KennaI clench my fists and feel like screaming. Anger bubbles inside my stomach to my chest, my driver glances in his rearview. I smile not letting him know what inner turmoil I am experiencing right now. If Violet was anywhere near me I would for sure slap her and shake her. Is she following me? Why would she even do that? What is wrong with this woman? She’s like a bad taste in your mouth you just can’t get rid of. Exasperated, I message her back.And what exactly did I get up to this evening you fucking bitch?I have pictures of you leaving Macey’s with your whore best friend, who sleeps with so many men it surprises me she has no diseases. And you were with two hockey players.Why are you having me followed?Don’t be pathetic, Kenna. I want the rest of the money. I stare at the phone wanting to slide the window down and throw it out. You have no right having me followed, it is an invasion of my privacy. You are stalking me, I can have something done about that, Violet. You shoul
Dante“What are you two both doing up so late?” I came down to get a glass of water, having had a dream about Kenna. It woke me up with a raging hard on that I found myself taking my throbbing cock in my hand and masturbating myself until I exploded my hot cum all over my stomach. It unsettled me to have a dream about my stepsister, her gorgeous body and those kissable lips of her.Shaken to the core I had to get up and clean myself then brought myself down to get some water and calm myself the fuck down. And there she is sitting with her mother in the lounge, the fire glows like an orange light around her making her pale complexion look like fine porcelain. And don’t even get me started on the dress she is wearing, fitting to her sexy curves. What the hell is going on with me? She’s my stepsister, it’s disturbing me. “Dante, what are you doing up?” My stepmother asks me instead of answering my question. I mean why is she up at nearly two in the morning? “I came down for a glass of
KennaHoly fuck what was just happening between Dante and I? Like I’ve been burnt with a piercing flame I move away from him just as he backs away from me. My mother is glaring from one to the other, her eyes narrowed and shooting daggers. If looks could kill, both Dante and I would be fried right now.“Nothing is going on, Mother. What is wrong with you?” Only what did actually happen? There was a connection, my body flamed up, my core warmed and the tingling that ran up and down my body wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before, not even when I was close to Xander the last time. “You two were looking a bit too close in my opinion, you do know you are step siblings don’t you?” “Of course, I do. What do you take us for? Are you okay, Mother?”“Don’t you try to turn this on me. I saw you both. Dante, explain yourself why were you that close to Kenna? I want an answer now.” My mother is using that tone of voice she would use when we were much younger and she was mad as hell a