Oh wow, I hope that Xander is not going to try to blackmail them too or hold this over Kenna in some way to make her go back to him?
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,
XanderI have made lunch reservations at a romantic restaurant downtown, I am hopeful that Kenna will like it. Suddenly I feel nervous since I want it all to be so perfect for her. Still I am bewildered at how much I want this woman, and beat myself up continuously for not being a more attentive husband to her when I had the chance. It hasn’t escaped my attention how she looked at Dante the other night either. Her cheeks were flushed and my guess is that something had or was about to happen. There is no way in hell that I will allow for Dante to have Kenna. Maybe it is time I try to dig up some dirt on him. Let’s face it there must be something that will turn Kenna off him. Meddlesome I know, but I want Kenna and I’ll do pretty much anything I have to. Like a bolt of lightning out of the sky, it has hit me that I actually feel more towards her than I at first thought. Just looking at her makes my pulse race and my heart flutter. Me, Xander Staniopolis having feelings for anyone, it i
KennaI take him in, there is no denying that Xander looks hot this afternoon in his dark jeans and blue button down. It’s not too tight but tight enough for me to see the outline of his broad chest and biceps as he moves his arms. The waitress pours us a nice chilled glass of white wine each, I take a sip casting my eyes towards Xander who looks at me with a strange look in his eyes. The way they hold mine makes me blush, I can feel it to the top of my hair. I bet my roots are even blushing. He licks his bottom lip to take in the droplet of wine that is there. His lips are plump, how come I never noticed that before. Or perhaps I did in the early days then I hardly saw him. “So what do you think?” He asks as he moves his hand. “It’s stunning, Xander. I especially love all the plants dotted around and I bet at night the fairy lights are beautiful.” “I can bring you back this evening if you want to see it lit up at night,” he says and places his hands on the table. Our fingertips ar
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