Judas kiss novel Chapter 16

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. 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.