KennaMy mind is screaming, NO don’t do it but my body is craving him like a crack addict. There is only so much resolve that I have. And I do want to taste his lips. I do want to feel them on mine. I can feel his warm breath, it makes my lips tingle. We are so close together barely a millimeter between our aching lips wanting the others. My chest is rising and falling with lust and desire for Xander, even though I know I shouldn’t. Yet I can’t help the longing and the passion within me. It’s been so long since I have been with a man, that hell I have even forgotten what it could feel like and I want Xander.For once in my life I want to feel hot, steamy, lust and passion mixed with hot sex. Not mediocre sex like I have always had. Even my college professor was just okay, I mean I enjoyed it but it wasn’t earth shattering, the earth didn’t move and it certainly wasn’t like anything I see in the movies or read about in books. I blame all those books for describing sex scenes that have
XanderI can almost taste her mouth, my dick is now engorged and swollen - it would be hard not to see how big my erection is in my pants right now. I have a serious case of blue balls going on. Yet, I have to respect what Kenna is saying if I want her to fall in love with me again.I know she was in love with me when we were married, it was obvious the way she would try to do everything for me. The way she would always look beautiful when I came home from the office. And now she has a wall up around her so high, it’d take an olympic pole vaulter to get over it.“Are you thinking of Dante?” I ask her knowing I am taking a gamble that she will spin out of control and lose her shit and temper with me. She goes silent, almost rigid. I can feel her entire body tense up. Jealousy rages instantly through my body, if Dante were in the room right now, God only knows what I would do to him. “Or is it the college professor? Are you still in love with him?” Kenna pushes me, taking me by total
KennaEver felt like the rabbit caught in the headlights at night? Your heart is racing, it feels as if it is going to jump out of your throat. All of a sudden you experience hot and cold sweats, I mean how is that even possible? Well that is exactly what I am feeling right now. Why the hell did I even have to open my mouth and start with that? It was stupid of me. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Now the secret will be out. Quick, I need to think of something. He is looking expectantly at me and my heart is in overdrive.First I reject him, and send him away. That’s gotta sting his ego, right? Yet he isn’t mad at me, which is a good thing because he does have every right to be.Do I blatantly lie? Do I tell him the truth? How will he react? What will he think of me, having a child and giving it up for adoption? Not that I had much choice. As soon as my mother found out that was it. She sent me away to the private Swiss clinic and was in charge, I was so young I didn’t even know what I was ful
XanderSleep eludes me just like I knew it would. I couldn’t help myself when I got back to my own suite and poured myself a hefty measure of scotch.Being so close to Kenna raised the heat in my body, god dammit I crave that woman like a heroin junkie. She is fast becoming my new addiction. It’s almost at the point of a raging obsession, the way that I want her. Not just physically but to be mine again. There’s no point in me trying to go back in time and wishing I had done things differently. It sure as hell isn’t going to make a blind bit of difference to the present.And what was I thinking, telling her we should not go to Houston together? I have thrown away the opportunity to be close to her for a whole day doing fun things, instead of attending business related events. I let out a groan and slap my forehead with my hand. Of all the dumbest things I have ever done, throwing tomorrow away so glibly eats in my gut. So what do I do? I message Violet and ask her if she knows anythi
KennaPhoenix was interesting. We were naturally walked through the harvesting and crushing of the grapes process, along with the fermentation and aging of the wine process and lastly the packaging. We already had labels made up for Xander’s top hotels here in Phoenix with respective images of each hotel on the deep green label with gold imagery and lettering. He was extremely pleased and impressed we had done all of this so quickly and prior to him arriving on site. He was also astounded with our modern facility. I could tell by the way he kept nodding his head and looking around. But today is the day I am heading back home to catch up with Dante, which I am looking forward to and seeing my mother. Xander is going on to Houston and although I am excited to see Dante and my bestie Elsie, part of me feels torn that I will not be with my ex husband. A total mess, right? I know. I let out a deep sigh as the stewardess brings me a freshly squeezed orange juice and a mini vodka. It’s eig
KennaMy eyes feel as if they are going to pop out of my head. What did Dante just say? Running drugs? Sweet portraying, Violet? How can that be?“I can’t believe it, I mean I know she is no Angel, Dante but she doesn’t strike me as the sort of person who would have done that. Her brother was a football star in college. How could she even get mixed up in something like that. Weren’t her parents devout Christians or something?”“Apparently yes, they were. But she was apparently never that popular at school, despite her brother being the next best thing since sliced bread. He was the one who had it all so I was told. The looks, brains, and he had a brilliant arm for football.” Dante takes a breath before continuing. I can’t help but notice how strong his jawline is and that I want to reach up and feel his scruff that adorns it. “The woman I spoke to was a friend of Violet’s until she realized what Violet was up to, then dropped her pretty darn quickly. So, it would seem that her brothe
KennaWe continued through dinner, me steering the conversation away from the baby business. I’ve already decided that I want to find my daughter and see her. I don’t want to disrupt her life but I do want to be a part of it. The arrangement was always that I would come to find her at some point once I was in a position to be able to do so. The couple had promised that they would never hide from my baby that she was adopted, they promised that as soon as she was of age to be able to understand, they would tell her. I am guessing that it is now that time.After dinner, Dante and I decided to take a stroll along the streets. The window displays are so pretty this time of year with all the lights everywhere, the season now coming into force. It is chillier this evening, Dante wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Here, take this,” he offers me his jacket. I allow him to slip it over my shoulders and can smell his fragrance on it. I inhale deeply, mm it is so masculine. It is so Dante. Our
DanteDamn she is irresistible, how can I stop kissing her and wanting to take it further? Kenna has been my entire life for as long as I can remember. When she married that idiot Xander I couldn’t believe that she was going to be another man’s wife. It stung like hell on earth but there was nothing I could do about it. Then she left him and withdrew within herself and it was hard to get her to come out again.And on top of everything else not only is she my step sister but my best friend too. There are all sorts of complicated going on right now.Yet the pull towards her is like gravity, she is magnetic and any man would find it hard to resist Kenna. She is beautiful, smart, funny and so damn sexy it makes me ache. Instead of letting her go, I firmly press her lips on mine, my hand still cradling the back of her head, my thumb stroking her jaw.“We should but I can’t Kenna. I want you so damn much, I always have.” She sighs into my mouth. Our driver has stopped on the road with his
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