I swallow and swallow enjoying the salty, sweet taste of Dante in my mouth. Spit trickles down my chin and I am soaking down below. I feel as Dante shudders and his thighs tremble, he is definitely spent. I ease myself off his cock that is still pretty damn hard and sit back on my heels. He looks down at me, there is no mistaking the deep connection between us.Have I been waiting all my life for something like this. My heart literally feels like it is bursting as emotion takes over me. “You taste good, Dante,” I give him a wicked grin as he extends a hand to help me up. He cradles me into his wide chest and rests a hand on the back of my head, the other wrapped around my waist. I can feel his heart beating.“Fuck you were amazing, Kenna. I’ve never felt anything like that before. What the hell did you just do to me? I came totally undone.”I giggle, “glad you enjoyed it.”“Do you want to brush your teeth?”“No way, I want to savor the taste of you in my mouth for a little while long
KennaDante comes to me and wraps his arms around my waist, his soft lips touch my neck and send beautiful shivers down my spine. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, “mm that feels so delicious. I could eat you.” “You did just that, and it was like the earth moved, Kenna. Damn, you are amazing.” My mobile is still in my hand. “What the fuck?” I hear him say. Shit, he’s seen the message. “What does that fucking cunt want?” “Don’t worry about it, I can handle it Dante. Honestly, please don’t let it disturb what little we have left of the evening. He is nothing to me anymore. We are divorced and it will always stay that way. I don't know what we have between us now, Dante but I want to explore it more.” I turn to him, he looks deep into my eyes, it is like he is reading my soul. “I don’t like it, Kenna. You are mine now and he should leave you alone.”“Ah, but he does not know that I am yours, Dante. That you have claimed me. How could he possibly know? And besides, I don’t shar
KennaI stare at Isaac as if he has two heads, he may as well have. Is he out of his damn mind? Get back with Xander? What has possessed him? What was a perfectly wonderful morning is turning out to be the worst morning since I can remember.I can’t even respond but I do remind myself to pick my jaw up off the ground. His eyes are still boring into mine, his expression poker faced yet his arms have a glint of something in them. What? I can’t exactly say. “I don’t understand,” my try at being diplomatic and not saying what is actually on my mind. Like, what the fuck are you talking about? You know how much of a shit show my marriage was. There is more that I could say but none of it will put me in good stead and I do know Isaac. He is stubborn, authoritative and way too used to getting his own way. In some respects he and Xander are exactly the same. Driven and focused on their empires. “Don’t play dumb, Kenna. You are smarter than that. You heard exactly what I said. I need you to b
KennaI am still wound up like a tight coil by the time I go to meet Elsie at Caprice’s Italian coffee shop in central Manhattan. My driver negotiated the busy traffic with ease whilst I caught up with emails and messages. My mother and I still plan to go shopping later this afternoon, when we will talk more about my situation. The driver pulls up parallel to the sidewalk and comes round to assist me in getting out. He gives me his hand which I gratefully take and step out into the fresh air. The sky is that wonderful bright blue with no clouds in sight. It's a crisp morning and I am glad that I put on my cream pea coat and changed into a cashmere sweater underneath, teaming it with some wide-legged Chanel trousers and my pumps. Inside the cafe there are already a few people sitting around in groups, there are students, older aged people, a few teenagers and plenty of moms with their children on their laps or in their buggies. It smells of freshly ground coffee and hits my nostrils
KennaIt was a huge fun morning catching up with Elsie and having coffee. She told me all about her dates that she had been on recently. And boy has that girl been having some fun. Not that I want to be in the dating pool, and besides it is not something I have time for. Isaac and his bombshell has still left me reeling. My phone vibrates in my coat pocket. I pull it out and check it. Xander. Again. Honestly, the man is insistent I will give him that much. But right now I am mad as hell for him merely existing and all because of Isaac.I am looking forward to seeing you this evening, Bella. I have made a dinner reservation at Diamonds exclusive VIP club. For eight p.m. I sigh, since I don't want to have dinner with him. Yet, I still have Isaac’s words in my ears burning my ear drums. There is no way I can make a relationship with Xander, not when my heart wants to be with Dante. My mother is coming towards me as I agreed that after my coffee date with Elsi, I would meet her at Trump
DanteI can still feel Kenna’s lips on mine, my lower region starts to swell just thinking of our evening together. I want to message her and tell her how much I miss her already and she hasn’t even left New York for Dallas yet. Crazy, right? I know she is busy with her best friend and her mother today. Then she has to meet up with Xander. I want to get on the jet and punch him in the face, I know what he is up to. Schmoozing with her. Listen, I am no man’s fool. The mere fact that Xander specifically asked for Kenna to be the one handling his account, is only to get close to her again.What kind of man ignores his wife for three years and then decides he wants to fight to get her back? Well now he has to go through me. I know Kenna has feelings for me, our connection is strong, the electricity that passes through us is not like anything else I have ever experienced.My phone rings, dashing to it on the kitchen Island I grab it and see it is from my father. “Good morning, Father. Eve
KennaThe restaurant is filling up, I spot many people that are celebrities and of course the tourists. New York is full of them and I can see why. Although, I personally would prefer to have a bolt hold property somewhere like New England. Maybe I can wrangle it and buy somewhere. I will ask Dante to help me. Mother is making small talk. Really I just want her to get to the point where she tells me what she has on Isaac. But, like I said before, there is no rushing my mother. “Have you found a young suitor yet, Kenna?” She says between forkfuls of her green salad with no dressing. I knew this would be coming. Ever since I have been divorced from Xander she has asked the question several times. My mother is keen to have grandchildren. And since I am her only child it rests on my shoulders. I am guessing that she knows Dante isn’t going to produce any for a while. He is building his own empire and also he is a confirmed bachelor. Although, things may change between us when we can fina
KennaI watch as my mother wipes her mouth with the napkin and places it down. The waiter comes over and removes our plates. We thank him and order two coffees. “I found some papers,” she begins. My interest is piqued. “I didn’t get a chance to read them fully, however, one was the will from his deceased sister.”I nod. “Okay, and what else? That isn’t exactly enough to have anything on Isaac.”“I wish we didn’t have to have anything on him actually, Kenna. I don’t want to force you to marry or go back into a relationship with Xander but it would be the easiest thing. Can’t you see, if you don’t, Isaac will divorce me and disown you. You need to remember, Kenna, he put us where we are.”Exasperated, I let out a deep breath. I fold my arms in front of my chest. The coffees arrive with some cream on top and chocolates on the side of the saucers. I thank the waiter who gives me a gracious smile. “Just tell me already, God, Mom you are being so frustrating right now. I will not remarry
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