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DanteThe ambulance is here quicker than I thought it would be. Eliza is worried and pale too. God I hope nothing happens to her. Our butler lets the team in and they arrive in the office in an instant.“Everyone out of the way we need to get to the patient,” one of the female team says. She is burly with red, flaming hair the likes of which I wonder if is real or out of a bottle. Why am I even thinking that right now when Isaac is clearly having a heart attack. I need to call Kenna.“Will he be okay?” I ask full of concern. I know he was wrong in lying to me about being my biological father, yet I still love him. He is the only father figure I have ever known. “We don’t know, we will hook him up and do what we can for now please give us space. Our ambulance will take him straight to the general hospital.”“No,” Eliza shrieks. “Not to the general, he needs to go to the private hospital of Mother Theresa.”The medical team nod, “we can do that no problem.” We watch on with horror as

KennaSaying goodbye to my daughter was an absolute gut wrench even though the way she clung to my neck with her little arms wrapped around me was adorable. I count my blessings that Riley is a good child who has accepted that her real mother is now in her life and has no resentment. Maybe she will be angry when she is a teenager that I had to have her adopted who knows, but for now I am taking all the acceptance I can get.The flight was uneventful but I am absolutely sick to death of flying. It seems like that is all I have done and now I will need to start travelling again to meet with site heads to assure them that all will be well without Isaac at the helm. It is draining simply thinking about it. There will be changes for a start, I am replacing nearly his entire executive team. They don’t like me in any case and have never taken to me, they are childish and jealous. Many harbor grudges that I am the next in line. Besides, we need a shake up and fresh blood in Bodega. I want thi

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

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

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