Looks to me like Xander has some tough choices to make. Will he opt for chasing Kenna and a chance at happiness or stick by Violet?
KennaThe tour of the plant went extremely well and I could tell that Xander was impressed with our new winery. It was only opened in 2021 and is a fairly new premises, high end in conjunction with the wines we supply globally. At dinner, Xander appeared to be extra attentive, in fact he was actually acting weird. Anytime Luigi came to talk to me, Xander would be by my side. It was infuriating, yet part of me kind of liked it. I know he is trying to win me back, only as much as my body seems to crave him every time he is close to me, my mind thankfully steps in before I do anything stupid. Whilst he is still friends and taking care of Violet and having her back, there is no way on earth that I will go back to him. Hell would have to freeze over first. Back in my penthouse suite, I marvel at the views across the city as I stand on the balcony drinking it all in, a glass of Bodega’s finest in my Wateford crystal wine goblet. There is a knock at the door. Who the hell is that? It bette
DanteI blink a couple of times, surely I didn’t hear her right and not only am I completely blown away by her words but also the way she looks. Kenna is wearing just her sleep shorts and a cami top, it doesn’t hide much, I can see the peaks of her nipples straining through the fabric. Is it cold in her suite or is it because of me? Still, she has totally blindsided me, as she stands with her hands on her narrow hips and looks down to the floor. Instantly, I stand up and go over to her. “A child? What, like you had a baby?”“Well what do you suppose it means, Dante? Of course I had a baby!” She moves away from me and goes to sit on the bed, her hair is all messy piled on top of her head. On the bed she sits down and crosses her legs, right now she looks like a kid and reminds me of the days we’d chill in her bedroom reading, she’d always sit like that. Kenna looks vulnerable, almost lost like. “Fuck, when?” I rake my hands through my hair standing still in the middle of the bedroom
XanderShould I? Or Shouldn’t I? That is the million dollar question. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kenna during dinner, she had changed into a glorious red evening dress that tied up behind her neck, like a halter dress. The bodice was encrusted in diamantes and cinched in to show off her small waist, and pushing up those delectable breasts of hers. Just the sight of her slender shoulders, tan skin and burgeoning breasts above the bodice was enough to make me want to take her there and then. Needless to say, I have a severe case of blue balls. She was pleasant to me at dinner, in fact we had an enjoyable evening with everyone and their families. They are a warm crowd but that is the Mexican people for you, a bit like the Spanish. Nothing is too much for them and their hospitality is second to none. I had a bottle of Krug put on ice for when I arrived back to my penthouse suite, beside the bucket where it chills sit two Waterford crystal champagne flutes. Now I am not sure whether I sh
KennaMy heart is in my mouth, my stomach is in tight knots as Xander stands at the balcony looking down and to his left. Fuck, he will see Dante out there who must be cold by now since I kicked him onto the balcony quickly when Xander knocked on the door and shoved his jacket in my closet. Why did Xander have to choose tonight to decide to come to my suite for a freakin nightcap? Literally, I feel as if I can’t breathe. “Xander!” I screech out hoping he will turn back and come towards me. He doesn’t move, he is, it seems fixed to the spot and his head doesn’t give an inch. No, instead he ignores me completely and steps out onto the balcony.“Well, well, well. What do we have here then, Kenna?” His voice is low, almost dark and dangerous. I know this tone, it’s like he has caught me doing something wrong. No matter what I try to tell him now, he won’t believe me. He will get it into his thick skull that I have enticed my stepbrother here for a night of pleasure. The guilt consumes m
Kenna“What is he doing coming into your room at this hour, Kenna? Are you seeing him again? Please tell me you are not!” Dante’s voice is low as he stands before me with his hands on his narrow hips. “For God’s sake, he already told you he was here to discuss the day’s events and go through the schedule. And you would have heard that from the balcony. Don’t give me the twenty questions.” I pause, now I am fuelled with anger because both of these men are acting like complete, territorial, possessive jerks right now.“I am tired, and want to go to sleep. I told you not to come, Dante. You should have listened to me.” I am exasperated that he is in my room. Weird because before Xander turned up with his bottle of Krug and looking so good, better than a man ought to, I was having the same feelings about Dante and God only knows where that would have led. Now all I want to do is hit the sack and get some shut eye. Like I told Xander, we have to be up at five for a debriefing over breakf
DanteGod dammit, now she is kicking me out of her room. This is not going how I planned for it to go. The look of fire in those startling, cat-like green eyes of hers shows me how wild she is right now and furious with me. Why the hell did I have to bring up Xander again? Am I jealous of him? That he is working closely with Kenna? I think I am.Hell, it's a new one for me since I am not the jealous kind but where Kenna is concerned it seems that I am. The mere thought of her with a different man makes my blood boil, especially Xander. After the way he treated her, the tears she cried and that we hardly saw her because she was never allowed to come visit, makes me want to stride into his suite and punch the living shit out of him. Instead I stand firmly rooted to the spot in front of a fiery Kenna and clench and unclench my fists. My jaw ticks, if I continue to grind my molars I’ll need the dentist to fix the damage.“I told you to leave, Dante,” she says as I look down at her. “Not
KennaI am totally dumbstruck. “What? How can you be? This is wrong you can’t be. Dante, please don’t tell me this. I am your step sister, we can’t allow anything to happen.” I throw myself back down on the bed bouncing with the action. He comes towards the bed and stands between my dangling legs. “I can’t help the way I feel, Kenna. I wish I could but I can’t.”“Since when?”“Hell knows, I guess during college if I am honest. I started to feel pissed off when you were with other guys and couldn’t keep my eyes off you. I told myself it was a high school boy’s crush and that was it. I even dated a few girls to try and get you out of my system, but dammit, Kenna I can’t. Then you went and married Xander and I felt as if the life had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe knowing you were with him.”I sigh and place a hand over my face, “we were never together like that, he never touched me.” I glance up at Dante who looks confused.“What do you mean he never touched you? You we
KennaThere was no point trying to sleep since I couldn’t. What with Xander coming to my room at an ungodly hour with champagne, not to mention Dante declaring his love for me. My eyes feel gritty from lack of sleep, as if someone has thrown sand into them. My face feels puffy from crying most of the last few hours I had after Dante left my room. Why does life have to be so unfair sometimes? Surely, I should be happy with everything I have. I am an heiress, a billionairess after all but my heart is heavy like lead. Not one man to think about but two and worst still Dante being related to me through my mother’s marriage. My alarm goes off, not that I needed it to sound this morning since like I said, I haven’t really slept. My night was fitful, one bad dream after the other and during my waking moments, just sadness and emptiness. Gingerly, I slide my legs from under the duvet and place my feet into the soft hotel slippers and make my way into the adjoining bathroom with its marble f