XanderI am uncomfortable seeing this new, changed Kenna. It feels like something has been taken from me, leaving a gaping hole. As if someone has broken my left arm off. It’s weird, how come I am only feeling this now? Seeing her like this was almost scary. She is so fierce and so strong, she takes me by surprise. And who the hell is that holding onto her arm, that makes me feel - I want to say uncomfortable but it makes me feel raging inside. Am I jealous? Seriously, me? It’s as if I’ve been hit by a truck the way these new feelings come to me from nowhere. Then I recognize the man, it’s Dante Bodega. I’ve heard about Dante Bodega, he is the nephew of Kenna’s stepfather, or something like that. He is successful and works in their wine business. I suppose I have to admit as much as I hate to, that the man is good looking in an almost boyish kind of way. His reputation proceeds him for being one of those nice guys, a man with a good business head too from what I hear. Now I’m wonde
KennaI was exhausted from all the drama when I got back from the gala, how Violet could resort to being such a a little bitch is beyond me. However, that was a few days ago and since then I have promised my mother that I will become heir to the Bogada family wine business. It’s a huge responsibility but I feel ready to take on this challenge. It fills me with excitement and purpose to finally have something to do other than a blood donor and a wife. Those shackles are now off, thank God. Originally, my stepfather, Isaac wanted to arrange for me to enter the board of management directly. I was flattered and honored but it’s not how I want to do this, I need to prove myself first and learn the business. Otherwise how else can I really fulfill such a role? It’s not just that but I have to win the trust of the other members of the team at top level and beneath me. I can’t just go straight onto the board, how will it look? I’ll only make enemies, you know how jealous people can be. For
XanderIt’s been two days since the gala and the embarrassing images on the big screen for all to see. What surprised me the most was how Kenna reacted when I asked her if she was working so hard because of Dante. She didn’t answer me, instead she turned her back on me. And he gave me a dirty look. The asshole. Nobody turns their back on me, but Kenna doing that made me question myself. Why the hell do I feel so confused about her, about everything? I can’t place why my emotions are all over the place. One minute she is the doting wife wanting to do anything for me and to please me, almost groveling and the next she acts like I never existed.My stomach clenches and ties itself in knots. I’ve never had such conflicting emotions before. Maybe I should have been nicer to her when we were married. No, we had an agreement and a pact. My money for her blood. It was a simple trade off so why did she then decide she didn’t want to do it anymore?I get she was upset with all the times Violet
KennaIt’s hard work running through all these reports, Isaac hasn’t made it easy for me. And why I now wonder did I even decide I wanted to start at managerial level instead of going straight in at the executive level is beyond me, with all this work I have to do.“You working late again?” Crystal asks me, she is one of my team and is responsible for the southern states vineyards, she is a key account manager. And so far, she is the one that is the friendliest with me. I like her, maybe I ought to ask her to go for a girl’s night out sometime. It’s not like I’ve ever been on one of those since I left college. No, instead I got into a contract with Xander and what for? To be pricked all over the place giving my precious, rare blood to that conniving bitch, Violet. I hope she rots in hell for what she did at the gala a few weeks ago.Still, at least I managed to get my own back by having the entire scene on video. Thanks to Dante, he always, always has my back. He is the best friend I
XanderShe doesn’t look in the slightest bit intimidated, it still shocks me that she has a completely different demeanor to the last three years. Where has she all of a sudden got this confidence from? It unnerves me some. And I don’t exactly know how to handle her right now.Her green eyes are like slits as she narrows them taking me in. “What the hell do you think you are doing coming to my office?” Her voice is seething with anger. “And how did you get in? This is a security building, nobody can come in unless they have a badge or are invited by an employee.”I glare back at her, I’m not trying to intimidate her, I know I can be a cruel sonofabitch but I just need her to know that it’s not acceptable the picture that is on my mobile right now. “Easy, some woman let me in when she was on her way out.”Seeing her frown makes me realize she wasn’t expecting that. “That must have been my assistant, what did you say for her to let you in, Xander? Tell me now. She knows the rules, nobody
KennaMy mouth gapes open, “are you kidding me right now, Xander? You are, right? Only we are D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D. You do get that I assume?”“Don’t do this now, she is in the hospital again, you know how serious it will get for her. Apparently they are running low and need extra donations. You are the quickest and easiest option for her.”“I don’t give a damn, find someone else. Our arrangement ended when we got divorced, you know that bit of paper we both signed. You were happy to let me go, and I owe you nothing. I especially owe Violet nothing. Why would I even want to help her, after everything she just put me through and with the gala event? You must think I am stupid or insane. I wonder if I had totally lost my mind when I was married to you.”Anger laces every word, how can he expect me to go to his precious friend who he put first all of the time. This man didn’t even so much as consummate our marriage, he never once put his arms around me and I certainly never felt his lips, thos
KennaDante immediately places his hand on Xander’s arm. “Get off her now. She told you she doesn’t want to go with you. Release her. NOW.” His voice raises and is firm, I open my eyes in shock. I have never heard Dante raise his voice before. Xander’s piercing blue eyes narrow as he glares at Dante like he wants to kill him. He is losing control, I can see it the way his jaw ticks and his molars must be grinding. “She is coming with me. I need her help.”“Like hell she is. If Kenna doesn’t want to go then that is the end of it. You cannot force her, not like when you were married. You treated her badly and as for your friend or lover whatever Violet is to you, that is none of Kenna’s problem.” He now holds my hand and with the other he rubs the red mark from where Xander’s strong grip has made a mark. “Are you okay?” He asks me, his voice now more gentle. I nod, still shocked from Xander grabbing me the way he did and Dante coming to my rescue. “How long have you been here?” I ask
KennaDante tried to stop me again but I told him I will be fine, he has nothing to worry about. I know I still look pale and withdrawn even after three weeks but I want this to be over once and for all. Honestly, I thought that by divorcing Xander that little scrawny cow would leave me alone. AND Xander. But of course that isn’t going to happen, so I have to take matters into my own hands. What intrigues me the most is what Violet now seems to think she has over me.Wasn’t it enough she tried humiliating me at the gala, I still haven’t forgiven her for that, nor will I. If it is the last thing I do, I will get my own back on that girl. She has shamed me and my family and almost the brand of Bodega. Slowly, I walk out of my office leaving Dante shaking his head, sorrow in his eyes. Xander follows me and places a hand on my lower back. I shrug him off. “What do you think you’re doing? Do not touch me. Got it?” “Hey, stop being a little brat. We were married once or have you already f
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
KennaTiredness overwhelms me, yet I know sleep will elude me as usual. There is far too much going on my mind right now. I am still overwhelmed with anger towards Isaac and his narrow minded ways and views. And my mother, now the pain and hurt is subsiding. I feel sad that she hasn’t stood by me. Was she always like this and I just never saw it? I swear to God, I will make sure that Riley has a mother to always depend upon. It’s eleven at night, I lay under the duvet with my head against the pillows and wonder if Dante will still be awake. I want to reach out to him and speak with him, to let him know I have made my final decision.It’s not like I don’t have other options. For a start I have a keen eye on fashion and could start my own label. Hell, if other people can do it then so can I. Not that I actually know where to start but being a Bodega does give me certain access to connections. A plan begins to form in my head, I do have to admit I fancy myself in the fashion world and t