KennaThe man infuriates me, why did he have to bring it up? Again? I am incensed, livid. And as for Violet I would love to put my hands around her neck and squeeze the living daylights out of her. As I walk speedily back to the hotel, I am conscious of Xander matching me stride for stride. He remains silent, I bet wondering how he can process my mood. Let’s face it, he isn’t used to me losing my temper.Oh, no because when we were married I was meek and mild. The ever needy, wanting to please him wife. The fool that I was. Now I am even more mad. “Hey, stop walking like a demon possessed, you will trip and hurt yourself in those heels. Look, I’m sorry I bought it up okay. I will let it drop.” He reaches for my elbow, the touch makes me feel like a jolt of electricity has passed through my body. It sends shockwaves through me. What? How can that even be when I am so fucking angry at him? There is no way I can divulge my secret to him, only Dante and my mother know about the baby, an
KennaOur team in Phoenix have laid on an event for Xander and I to attend, we will now be heading off to one of the exclusive hotels in the area for a gala type of thing, well that took me by surprise since nobody had bothered to inform my assistant, however, with the good grace that I can muster, I naturally said it would be wonderful.Truthfully, all I want to do is lay on the bed snuggled up in the hotel suite and read a good book, alas that can’t be. I have a couple of gowns with me and have decided to wear my floor length, golden dress that has a slit up the middle, front and low cowling back. A hairdresser has just left my suite and done my hair, it is fixed in a sophisticated updo. There is a knock on the door, “just a minute,” I shout out, still dressed in the white, fluffy robe that the suite provides and matching slippers. I open the door and Xander stands there dressed impeccable in a black tuxedo with a sharp white button down. “What are you doing here? I thought we were
XanderI cannot take my eyes off her with those strappy, high sandals on and that dress split to her high thigh. It is making my mouth salivate the thought of running my tongue up along her inner thighs to her core and sucking on her clit and her pussy through her sheer lace panties. Fuck, my cock is hardening and I need to ensure she cannot see it.We arrive at the gala event and are greeted by Enzo, the director from Phoenix plant. He stands with his wife as we get out of the car, a stocky man but good looking, with dark hair and dark eyes. Enzo has a very friendly face and his wife is good looking too, but not like Kenna. She extends her hand to greet us and then wraps Kenna into a big hug which takes Kenna by surprise. It makes me chuckle because Kenna is not a demonstrative person and I can sense she is like cardboard in the woman’s arms.A few flashes go off and I raise my hand to my face to shield it from more pictures being taken. “Mr Staniopolis,” a reporter calls out, a short
KennaI allow Xander to keep his hand on my lower back, in fact I like it. There, I said it and I don’t feel ashamed and for once my brain is not fighting with my body. It feels natural, erm, a bit too natural but you know what from the divorce, finding out that Violet knows my secret, the gala night events, now this tour. Oh, and also my weird and strange feelings for Dante, I am so exhausted that for one night I do not want to fight with myself. Inside I am taken aback by how stunning the ballroom in the hotel is. Wow, Bodega in Phoenix has gone all out. There are round tables of ten placed around with heavy, cream Damask fabric. On each one sits a candelabra and a flower arrangement. From the ceiling, a central point is a massive chandelier from which wide, silk, cream ribbons are draped to the sides then down. It looks almost Middle Eastern, the whole vibe is elegant and stunning. I gasp.“This is beautiful,” I say to Xander who nods in agreement. “Come let us go and find our pla
XanderIt gives me great satisfaction to see her lips part and the way her chest rises and falls, I know I’ve got her wanting me. I bet she is so wet right now and it’s becoming awkward in my pants with my hardening cock. Thank God for a heavy table covering that hides my growing bulge. Enrique, a man who runs the plant and is the CFO for her company here in Phoenix is sitting on her other side. He leans forward and says something to her.A blushing Kenna smiles politely as I place my hand underneath the tablecloth and slide it up her thigh. She gasps then bites down on her lower lip.“Sorry, what was that?” Enrique asks her. I chuckle, she glares at me and moves her hand under the table and places it firmly over mine. Oh I do love a challenge. She will be mine by the end of the night. I am going to lay my claim back on Kenna. This time, I will not let her get away and I will erase all thoughts of her stepbrother from her mind. I am a man on a mission. “I was just saying how impressed
KennaWatching Xander give Rebel more attention is making me pissed off and jealous. There, I admit it. I. Am. Jealous. And why? I have no idea? It’s not like I should be that bothered. He is my ex husband and he can chat up whoever he wants. But it is getting to me, watching her play with those ringlets of hers, twirling them around her fingers and laughing at almost everything he says.Xander is not that fucking funny, she is being a total bimbo around him. God it is infuriating. Enrique says something to me about the bidding and if I plan to bid on something. “I haven’t thought about it, however, Enrique I shall be donating a substantial amount to the charity. As will Xander. Won’t you,” I turn to Xander who is way too close to bimbo locks.“Pardon?” His voice is deep and sends tingles down my spine.“You will be making a charitable donation tonight,” I repeat.“Absolutely, whatever Kenna donates, Enrique I will double.” Of course he will. I smile placidly at Enrique who looks lik
KennaWhat the hell? I stare at my mobile. God, all we did was attend a charity gala event together and now all of a sudden he is putting a ring on my finger. And, Dante has got the wrong end of the stick. Men are infuriating me right now, these two most definitely.No of course not. It’s just the paps. We attended a Bodega event and he escorted me. Naturally. Since he is doing business with us. And why are you getting all uppity about it?There is a few seconds delay then I see the bubbles appearing.Because he is the wrong man for you, Kenna. He will only use you again to have what he wants and you will be in the same boat you were last time with him. Trust me, a leopard never changes its spots, Kenna.I huff. Xander sits beside me and places his large hand on my thigh. “Everything okay? You look distressed,” The warmth of his hand on my skin cascades through my body. “Yeah, just Dante, he seems to think we are back together.”“And would that be such a bad thing, Kenna?”“Don’t st
I slide my foot between the doors to prevent it from closing on my foot. Something has clearly upset her, she is crying and I have rarely seen Kenna cry. It makes me feel totally helpless, I don’t usually do women crying. Come to think about it, I have hardly ever seen a woman cry. The door closes behind me as I step inside and pull Kenna into my arms. She tries to push me off but I will not let her go, besides I am stronger than her. My one hand rests on the back of her head, cradling her into me, the other at the base of her spine. Her body molds to mine even though she is telling me to let her go.I can sense she doesn’t actually want me to do so, thus I keep her close to me, her face resting on my chest. Fuck it I don’t even care if her mascara or whatever that stuff they put on their lashes is called, ruins my expensive Hermes shirt. “Tell me what is wrong, Kenna. Why are you crying so badly?”“I can’t, I just want to go to my suite and sleep. I am exhausted from everything. Th
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