Judas kiss

Chapter 16 -- Dix-sept.

The man with grey?almost white?hair held the her blonde hair in a tight grip, it looked really

uncomfortable. He pummeled his length in her mouth, as he threw his head back in pleasure. The

young petite blonde looked way too young for this rather senior man. He had no mercy nevertheless as

he continued diving his length in her mouth. Her eyes showed distaste and dejection but he certainly

wasn't doing it against her will. He pulled her hair again and she whimpered. "You want?the Milan

fashion show casting?don't you my dear Jenny? then take this dick like a good little slut." He growled.

Jeanine Levetté shut her laptop with so much force the screen just might have shuttered. Her only

thoughts were-

her husband, Ben.

Andre.

Luc.

the world.

her reputation.

Tears were visible on her already bloodshot eyes as she trembled for the phone. Garreth wasn't picking

up. He wanted to watch her suffer with anxiety. She was willingly to do anything for this to go away. She

thought this would never haunt her again, it had been nearly decades. She didn't become the person

she is today from taking the long route. She did what she what to do! Not even her husband knew

about her past.

She hated Della because she reminded her of her younger self. Adela McCarthy probably sucked her

son's dick, to get him to marry her impecunious self. Jeanine was not born in riches, she worked for

everything she had. Jeanine wouldn't allow her son to be fooled by Della. She saw right through her

and she needed to show her son and the world what kind of a person Della is. She pretended to act

innocent, she put on a poker face but Jeanine unmasked her. Jeanine thought proudly. Della was of her

kind, disgusting desperate girls who would do anything to escape the claws of poverty.

Garreth was probably going to make it an Internet sensation. No one would ever respect her again! Her

family would never see her the same again. She wondered her Garreth got a hold of such a loathsome

video. It had been years. She kept dialing his number until it finally went to voice mail signaling that

bastard had switched his phone off.

Her husband Benjamin Levetté entered their spacious bedroom with a smile on his face. It had been

long since he smiled at her, it must have been good news. She quickly wiped off the tears but failed to

look natural.

"What's wrong Jenny?" Ben asked as soon as he realized his wife didn't look well, her makeup was a

mess.

"I'm fine, it's just i really hurt our son." Jeanine rep(lied).

"Andre just needs time, he is a good man. As long as you apologize, I think everything will be okay

from there oui?" He gave her a heartwarming smile as he sat on the side of their large king sized bed. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

This was what she loved about him. He was so kind and loving. Andre definitely took his father's steps

falling in love with a woman below his level.

"Garreth called me earlier." Ben muttered.

"WHAT DID HE WANT?" She panicked. "WHAT DID HE SAY?"

"He has a proposal for us." Ben shrugged.

"We are doing great." Jeanine spat, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"You know sales in the UK haven't been doing well, he offered to help with various investors that he

knows of only on one condition." He sighed looking at his wife who seemed worried beyond anything.

"WHAT?" She panicked. "TELL ME ALREADY!!"

"He wants Andre to play at a distance from his daughter." Ben let out.

"So my son is still infatuated with that poverty stricken girl?" Jeanine frowned." I will never understand

how he could have any well groomed woman in his life and he still wants her." She sighed, a part of her

was relieved that it wasn't about her video, it wasn't over though.

"Della is an amazing woman, honey." Ben added making his wife roll her eyes.

"You are the father so talk to your son." She crossed her arms.

"I'm not taking the deal Jenny, you or Garreth can try and stop them but all I know is no one has ever

surpassed fate."

Jeanine immediately scoffed at his pathetic response.

"You kept them apart for six year, yes it worked but isn't it a coincidence how they met again at our

favorite hotel restaurant or how Andre met his son there?? Coincidence, i think not. They were clearly

meant to be and nothing not even you or Garreth can put a stop to what's about to come. Just accept it,

your son fell the old version of yourself Jeanine." With that being said Ben left the room, Jeanine threw

her water glass at the door clearly aimed at her husband but shattered onto the floor. What they both

didn't know was Della wasn't a younger version of Jeanine, she had a kind soul. She genuinely didn't

want anything from them. The only thing they shared in common was coming from a poor background.

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Della was becoming impatient, was Marcela even coming? She thought to herself. She really played

her again. She always get her hopes up for nothing, it was already over an hour since Della's departure

from Leith. Her son would be home anytime soon, Marcela is really-

Della heard knock on the door then immediately dumped her thoughts away. She quickly went to open

it, she was shaking for some reason. It must be excitement or rather anxiousness. This had been the

very first time her mother showed that she cared even though it was allegations about her father being

a bad person. Her mother had driven all the way from the other side of New York just to see her. This

had to be important or maybe this was Marcela being well what can she say?Marcela.

"Della..." Marcela stood there, her brown hazel eyes glimmered around the room for a few seconds

before they finally set on her daughter.

"Marcela?" Della mumbled, she didn't know if this was the part where normal people hugged but

instead Marcela pushed Della aside and got inside. Della finally came out of her gaze and closed the

door. Marcela glanced around her daughters apartment, a look of disgust couldn't help but surface on

her facial features. Adela's home was beautiful, the outside might have been deceiving but that's New

York. The inside was very homely and lovely. There were two bedrooms, a larger dining room, kitchen

and a spacious balcony that had a beautiful view of New York especially at night. Della was proud of

everything she had archived even if people didn't see it that way.

"A couple of boys almost grabbed my Gucci bag, how do you live in such a place Adela?" Marcela said

glancing around.

'At least i work for everything that i have unlike others who marry rich man and depend on them.'?Della

thought to herself. Her mother looked different rather very elegant as compared to her slutty clothing

she used to wear before she got married.

"Marcela, I'm sure you didn't come here to discuss how I live because you don't care." Della retorted.

"Although I don't act like it, i care about your well being." Marcela shook her head in disbelief this made

Della laugh hysterically.

"I believe you." Della said sardonically.

"I thought since you found your rich father, you would be well off..." Marcela said setting her bag down

as she took a seat on the couch.

"Just say what you want to say and leave?" Della sighed.

"He is not a good man Adela." She whispered as if someone was watching her.

"Leo is not here if that's what you are thinking..."

Marcela was being paranoid.

"Garreth is the devil." She whispered again. "Is that why you hate me because my father is the devil."

"No, I don't hate you." Marcela shook her head.

"Tell me more lies." Della scoffed crossing her arms.

"I-" Marcela didn't know what to say either.

"I have said what I want to say and I'll be on my way. If you I were you, i would stay away from him."

She stood up and grabbed her bag.

"Well unfortunately I'm not you." Della retorted.

"You are stubborn just like him." Marcela growled with frustration. "I can't-" she was interrupted by a

knock on the door. Without any warning the door flipped open revealing her son and her ex-husband.

"Mommy we went go carting." Leo said racing into his mother's arms.

"Really? That must have been fun." She replied in an excited tone. Her eyes went onto Andre who

stared at her with a different look. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Mommy who is this?" Leo asked anxiously, Andre knew exactly who she was. He was just surprised

that Della was in contact with her mother, it had never been that way before. Marcela didn't even attend

her daughters wedding neither did she approve of their relationship.

"Uhm this is-" Della was interrupted by her mother's squeaky voice.

"I'm your mother's friend, you must be Leo." Marcela faked a smile.

"Oh, okay." Leo hesitated for a moment. "Go change your uniform then, I can make you something to

eat." Della instructed her little boy, who smiled and ran to his room. He was so obedient when he

wanted to be but a rascal most of the time.

"Andre, thanks for picking him up." Della let out.

"No problem." He gave her a heartwarming dimpled smile.

Marcela was taking in what was happening in her presence, were they stealing glances from each

other? Would they ever get over each other..? Marcela was annoyed because this is exactly how they

had been many years back.

"I knew this marriage wouldn't amount to anything." Marcela piped. "Did you listen to me Adela? No

you were stubborn as a mule."

Della felt beyond embarrassed, something about her mother's blunt attitude always made he think she

was drunk.

"Te amo Andre, Te amo Andre...?everyday that's what you sang." She laughed. "He made you

pregnant and left you. To think you actually kept your viginity for him which you could have given to that

rich gang leader who was obsessed with you and wanted to marry you and make you his queen."

"Marcela shut up!" Andre said out of anger. He knew about Diablo, the gang leader who had his eyes

set on Adela, Marcela couldn't wait to sell her daughter the second he said it.

"Marcela, i think you should leave and like I said I won't bother you and you shouldn't bother me as

well. Just leave me alone and let me be. You have caused me enough grief." Della said calmly trying to

keep her emotions from playing with her.

"You can disrespect me that's fine but don't ever talk to Della like that because trust me I will end you,

Marcela." Andre clenched his jaw running his hand through his blonde locks. Adela's heart skipped a

beat, he looked so heavenly and she hated feeling like this.

"Fine, I'm leaving." Marcela stormed out, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She banged the door on

her way out leaving Andre and Della all alone and stunned.

"Are you okay?" Andre wrapped his arms around her out of instinct. He missed having this petite body

in his arms. He hugged her from the back and she didn't pull away.

She could feel Andre's heart beat behind her, she felt at home. This is why she didn't want to have any

skin contact with him. Weird things always happened. Their breathing picked up, Andre couldn't help

himself, her skin was so smooth and smelt so heavenly. He laid an innocent kiss on her neck. "I know i

did you wrong, this is all my fault." He said in a husky voice, his lips were so close to her earlobe.

Andre knew that if he didn't pull away from her, he would do something that he would regret. He had

been with so many women but it felt like he hadn't been satisfied for over six good years.

"I'm fine, it's okay Marcela will always be like that." She whispered. He held onto to her as if he didn't

want to ever let go.

"You deserve the world, Adela." He laid another kiss on her neck, he laid her black silky hair to one side

so he could lay soft kisses on her neck. She shivered. Everytime he laid a kiss she felt like a struck of

lightning had hit one on that little spot.

"Uhm Andre, we should probably—" Her sentence was cut off by a moan.

"Mommy?" Leo yelled from his room. Della immediately pulled away from Andre as if she was scared

of being caught, as if Leo was the parent and they were teenagers being sneaky. It was wrong, she

thought.

"Andre, please don't ever do that again. It's wrong." She said in a hurry but he gave her a smirk.

"Then why does it feel so right?" He smirked.

"It feels wrong, there's nothing right or good about this. Please don't ever touch me, please I'm begging

you!" She whispered yelled so her son couldn't hear it.

"SWEETIE, I WILL BE THERE RIGHT NOW." She yelled for Leo to hear.

"Adela you can't deny what we have, you will be Mrs. Levetté again, i promise you." He chuckled lightly,

Della thought he looked handsome, so handsome but he was wrong.

She would never allow herself to be a puppet of none existent love.