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
Xander“Do you want to have lunch together, Kenna? Or must you attend to other business first?” We have landed. It wasn't such a long flight, it is a warm late morning and the sun shines brightly down on us, highlighting the lighter color strands Kenna now wears in her hair. It looks almost as if she is wearing a halo the way the sun catches her. She narrows her eyes at me, as if I have said something rude or offensive.“Why would I want lunch with you, Xander? First champagne last night in the early hours and now you want for us to lunch together.” She turns and flicks her hair over her shoulder, it’s imperious and the devil may care but I don’t, kind of attitude. It turns me on, I am very much liking this new, empowered Kenna. She is becoming a challenge and we all know how much I do love a challenge. “Because it would be a good opportunity to get to know each other better.” She grunts at me but doesn’t look back as I follow behind her. Sue me, I am checking her mighty fine ass out,
KennaI have had all my bags delivered to the hotel suite, it is yet another stunning place with a marble entrance area rounded with a domed ceiling. There are double doors leading off in all directions, one is open that shows me it is the bedroom since I can spot a four poster bed, draped in gorgeous pale blue damask fabric. It feels heavenly to slip out of my shoes and make my way into the bedroom suite. The sun shines brilliantly through the glass, all arched floor to ceiling windows line the far end with a stone balcony. It screams opulence and elegance as if it has stood still from the 1920s era. Absolutely breathtaking.I have to admit it, Xander sure does know how to create beautiful hotels, this one is incredible. The soft, cream carpet beneath my feet feels like bliss against the soles. I curl my feet and wish that I could stay here for a few days and chill out, go to the spa, the in house movie cinema, use the gym and stroll the streets of Phoenix and be a tourist. However,
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