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
KennaHe narrows his eyes like he is trying to get a better look. I know he’s not an idiot and the picture Dante sent me is worse than the one Violet sent me not long ago. You know, the one where Xander was laying in her lap being comforted. The night I eventually demanded a divorce from him. And this is far worse. “It’s not what it looks like, Kenna,” he says and looks at me with something in his eyes that I don’t quite recognize.“Oh, isn’t it? Well from here it looks pretty bad. Not that it matters to me anymore. Tell me when did this get taken? Whilst you were still with me? When I was your wife?” He shakes his head, and runs his long fingers through it. “Trust me this was not taken when we were married. It was before I even asked you to marry me, and approached you with the arrangement idea.”“Are you sure? Because her hair was a different color back then and this here, she has brown hair which is how she wears it currently.” “Look it doesn’t matter, that me kissing her is not
KennaI can see he is having difficulty processing this as he just stares at me, his warm eyes open wide looking incredulous. He swallows and takes a sip of his drink. The waiter arrives with our food. I trust that Dante has suddenly lost his appetite. I know I would if someone just dropped a bombshell on me like that.“Are you okay?” I ask him.“What? No, not really. I mean what do you mean Isaac is not my real father? Of course he is, Kenna!” His voice is slightly raised but thank goodness we are not close to the other patrons of the restaurant. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “My mother found Isaac’s sister’s Will.”“Go on.” “Her will states that Isaac was to be granted full custody of you upon her death. It mentions your name as the son. Dante, Jordan, Felian. It states that Isaac was to give her son the surname Bodega and take him fully into the family as his own son. It did also state that Isaac was to tell you as you grew older and could understand, that she was your m
DanteI see her before she sees me as she enters the restaurant. Wow, Kenna is breathtaking as she strides in like she owns the place. Her head is held high, her shoulders back and her whole demeanour screams, I am rich, powerful, sexy and confident. I like it. She has changed since this morning and I have to admit seeing her in a navy pencil skirt to her knees showing off all her curves is giving my dick strong ideas. The man shows her to the table. I’ve chosen a romantic spot by the back where we will be private. A few heads turn as she walks towards me. I am not surprised. Kenna will always draw attention. “Dante,” she kisses me on both cheeks. “Thanks for waiting, sorry I am a bit late. Things ran over with my mother, you know how she can be. She seems to think I should be bringing a nice young man to her charity gala event.”I chuckle and raise an eyebrow. “You mean me, of course! Fuck everyone else, Kenna. I will be the man taking you.” The waiter holds out the chair for her
Kenna“Is this true? How can it be? Oh my God, Mother, do you know what this means?” She nods, a small curve upwards on her lips. “It changes literally everything. But shit, what a lie to have kept secret for all of Dante’s life. How do you suppose he will react?”“I have no idea, Kenna but it is wrong that Isaac has done this. Dante should have known years ago the absolute truth. Whatever came over Isaac at that time is beyond me.”“But seriously, Dante is going to be so pissed at Isaac. It will drive a wedge between them surely. How could Isaac have possibly done this?”“Who knows what went through his mind back then, all we can do is let Dante know, Kenna. Clearly Isaac has no intention of ever saying anything. When he dies will be when Dante finds out and what a shock that will be. He won’t even have the time to talk to Isaac about it. His head will be reeling with disbelief.”I swallow the lump in my throat at the thought of having to tell Isaac what I have just read. I take a si
KennaWhat would my mother know about Dante and what is in the will she has clearly now found? I need to know, only it is the early hours of the morning. Dante gives me a quizzical look.“Is everything okay? You are looking strange,” he slides his omelette on his plate then takes a seat next to me. “I, er. Yeah sure. My mother has some news for me. I won’t be able to stay long in the morning. I need to go and meet with her. Give me a second. I need to message her back.” He raises an eyebrow.“What, she is awake at this hour?” I nod to confirm that indeed, my mother is awake. Not one for being a night owl it is of course very strange. Thus it must be seriously important. I message her back. Can you tell me over the phone? I wait and see the bubbles come then disappear, then more bubbles. No, Kenna. You must come to the house immediately in the morning. I am free at eight since I have the charity event to organize and meeting with some of the women to discuss it at ten. Do not be lat
Kenna“Fuck my father, baby. We are adults, we are not blood related and we can do whatever we like. Besides, he daren’t disown you now. Not with Xander signing the lifelong agreement. Didn’t you mention that Xander has stipulated it only stands if you remain heiress?” “True, but you know he’ll still give us a lot of shit.”I feel Dante shrug behind me. “Let him get on with it. He won’t be in power soon in any case. He is talking about retirement.” I turn and lay on my back, Dante has his arm around me cradling me into his chest. He smells so masculine, I trace my fingers along his impressive pecs and down his washboard abs. I want to lick every inch of him but first I need something to eat. As if reading my mind he says, “hungry?”“Absolutely, what do you have in?” “Well, let’s go check out the kitchen. First, I need to get you a warm towel to clean yourself up with. Are you sore, baby? Was I too rough?”“What, no way. I loved it. I mean I can feel you stretched me some, but hone
KennaHe flips me round, my stomach lays flat on the bed. I feel his strong hand come up under me to bring me up onto all fours. “Your ass looks damn fine, Kenna,” Dante says as he slaps it. The sensation stings yet sends ripples of excitement through my body. I moan, he slaps my ass again. I feel his lips on the base of my spine as he gently kisses me and swirls his tongue around my lower back. His tongue is warm, sending shivers throughout my body.Dante places a hand underneath me by my right hip bone and digs into the fleshy area, oh wow, the feeling is not one I have felt before. It sends an instant message to my groin, curling it in tight coils. “That feels so good,” I tell him and push back with my ass to try and make contact with his rigid cock.Then I feel him running his cock head down my ass and lining it up to my slit. “I want you inside me, Dante,” I hiss. He slaps my ass.“Don’t be so impatient, Kenna. I want to take my time with you.” I growl at him. He chuckles. His
DanteShe looks like a dream with her dark hair splayed all over the pillows and her fingers shoved inside her cunt. The way her mouth opens and she screams my name over and over, letting her orgasm control her makes me harder than I have ever been before. This woman will undo me and I don’t give a shit. I want her. I want Kenna Bodega to be my everything. Literally. My cock is aching like fuck and my balls are killing to be released of my cum. Not yet. First, I want to dive my head between those creamy thighs of hers and feel them tightening around my face as I bring her to orgasm number two. Only, her tits are magnificent, full, firm and her nipples. Fuck Man, I can’t stop sucking on them. I could bite them off, simply delectable.She gasps as I feel her long fingers go through my hair. “Holy shit, Dante. What the fuck was that?” I chuckle as I pop a nipple releasing it from my warm mouth. “Did you orgasm good, beautiful?” “Yes, oh my gosh, I can’t believe it was out of this wor
KennaOh, his dirty words make me tighten and coil even more. I am not used to a man with a dirty mouth but fuck, I like it. The kids I went with in college before I met the professor were all tame shall we say. And the professor, well he was an infatuation and not a man like Dante with his strong, masculine body.“Put your fingers inside you, baby,” he tells me, his eyes hooded, the irises so dark that his eyes look almost black. His desire is evident all over his face, spurring me on and turning me on more than I could have imagined.My heart is racing, I can feel the pressure mounting in my ears as I lower my fingers to my slit. I am so wet, I can feel my slickness dripping onto the sheet underneath me. Easing my fingers into my pussy, I gasp. Every nerve ending is on fire as I push in further and move my fingers slowly in and out.“Get undressed,” I tell Dante as he holds his hand over his package in his pants. “It’s not fair that I am the only one naked here. I want to see your b
KennaThe driver eases the car in through the wrought iron gates of Dante’s property. A tingle passes through my body at the mere thought of being with him. It has been an extremely long day and Xander was the perfect gentleman. He kept checking everything was okay with me and offered for me to leave the Dallas tour early. Which I took him up on. He will fly to Chicago this evening and be shown around and introduced to everyone tomorrow. Thereafter, there are a couple of down days before he flies down to Georgia where I am to meet him. This is a good thing because my people have put feelers out and done some investigations and I happen to know that the adoptive family of my daughter, have a residence in Georgia. I have a phone number and tomorrow I will plan to call them. My lawyer said it would be best if he were to contact them, but I insisted that seems way too formal and may alarm them. Personally, I think contacting them is a more amenable approach. Lawyers often scare people hal