Judas kiss novel Chapter 17

"He did what ?" Mila yelled at her friend who almost regretted even telling her because they were practically in public and Mila loved throwing tantrums.

"It wasn't a big deal, i kept my cool." Della said remaining unfazed.

"You haven't been laid in a long time, you know." She said in an obvious tone. "If Leo wasn't there you bet he was going to fuck you on that kitchen counter." She added and Della gasped—

well Leo did help her a lot by yelling 'mom'.

All these pictures immediately started playing in her head and her clit immediately started to throb making Della squeeze her thighs together, it was just sexual tension nothing more. She imagined how it would be if he took her on that kitchen counter as much as she distasted the thought, it gave her butterflies. It wouldn't be the first time, he always satisfied her in a lot of enthralling places but she didn't want to think about it. Andre was a touchy subject. It hurt to remember how things use to be between them.

"You are thinking about it, aren't you?" Mila wiggled her eyebrows making Della cringe with a sigh.

"No, I'm not." She stood her ground and put on a serious face. Mila gave me an amused look and Della couldn't help but break her lips into a smile. The two friends didn't get much time to spend together besides working. They enjoyed times like these where they had lunch together without the uniform and casually having a good time.

"Yes, you are." Mila chuckled lightly. "I know you like the back of my hand Della." She gave her flustered friend a knowing look.

"Fine, maybe a little." Della admitted. "The sex was always good, nothing more nothing less."

"I knew it, remember when his naked pictures leaked two years back. You never told me he was that big?" Mila said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Oh my word, Mila." Della sighed. "Are we seriously talking about my ex-husbands private part?" Della said clearly amused and flabbergasted.

"Oh please... Private part, you talk like the Queen of England." Mila laughed out loud. "It's dick, Cock, Shaft, Tool, Willy not Willy though because he is huge."

"Fine fine, I get it just don't use that kind of language in front of my son." Della retorted putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. This was always a habit of hers.

"Ofcourse." Mila rolled her eyes.

They continued chattering back and forth about the new fuck buddy, Mila had met at her usual club until Della's phone rang. She immediately silenced it when she saw the caller ID.? It rang multiple times until Mila couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Are you avoiding Andre?" Milla questioned.

"No, his name is Leith and has been on my neck for the wrong reasons." Della said rolling her eyes. She had been avoiding him for a week now.

"The publishing dude? He is some piece of meat too. Pass him over, if you don't want him..." Mila smirked.

"Annoying..."

"But he just wants to help."

"Well I don't feel like I should have to explain my feelings to anyone especially about my writings and he shouldn't try and be a therapist because I don't need one." She sighed. "I won't publish my book if this is how people will view me after reading my sappy story."

"No no, I loved it and I'm still here. I don't feel any pity but I feel proud of you and I admire your writing." Mila encouraged fiercely.

"You are my friend, I guess you are supposed to say these things." Della said feeling defeated again the phone kept ringing and she put him on mute.

"I know but I really mean them." She smiled innocently.

"Thanks Mila."

"I will always be your number one supporter." Mila added making her friend smile with tears right under her eyes, she hated being this soft and vulnerable but she knew she could always let her guard down for Mila.

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"I have been trying to get a hold of you for about a week, who do you think you are?" Jeanine abruptly barged into Garreth McCarthy's Penthouse. He wasn't surprised, he had actually seen her on the security footage; fighting with his security team. It was quite entertaining —he thought— until he finally told them to let her in.

"Oh, who am I?" Garreth chuckled. "I'm the man holding you on a leash."

"What do you want Garreth ?" She sighed feeling defeated, she slumped herself on the clear white couch. Everything in his Penthouse was white except the black suit he was wearing, it made him look like the devil. To Jeanine, he actually was and is the devil.

"A lot of things." He said walked from the top of the stairs towards the small bar where he poured himself Hennessy on the rocks. He offered her a glass but she refused, she didn't trust him. She knew better—

"Just name them?" She replied a little too quickly and desperate.

"Firstly, Your son-" He paused. "Your son is becoming a bloody nuisance."

"He doesn't listen to me so you are wasting your time." She laughed wholeheartedly remembering how on their last meeting, he called her by her first name and has been avoiding her ever since.

"That's not my problem,?sucre."?Garreth let out an amused chuckle, Jeanine cringed at the French nickname he had just given her.

"Your son—" He paused taking a gulp from his glass, feeling the tingly sensation on his throat. "He needs to stay away from my daughter." He added. Jeanine scoffed at the thought.

"Andre is stubborn." She sighed.

"Like mother like son..." He raised an eyebrow. "I trust you will get that done, I don't know how but I know for your own good you will get it done."

"Secondly—" He paced slowly back and forth on his white rug with his glass in hand.

"Secondly??" She rushed getting more and more nervous but at the same time she knew she could get him into bed after all she was an appealing woman.

"Close your legs, I'm not sticking my dick in a rotten jar." - Jeanine gasped at this, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it always worked, clearly she had lost her charm or Garreth was immune.

"You are an old geyser Jeanine, I prefer my women younger and innocent." He mocked. It was the honest truth Jeanine was fifty- four and he was only forty-six. Funny enough, she looked like a thirty- year old.

"Secondly, I want Levetté Holdings to ship some of my goods to various places like Mexico, Japan, Portugal, South Africa—" He spoke in a business perspective.

"No problem, what will you ship? I thought you were in the hotel business?" She grew curious.

"That's not any of your business, Jeanine." He muttered sharply.

"I always knew you were shady." She stood up from her position.

"I have the upper hand so just shut up and do as I say. My business is my business none of yours since dick is the only thing you know." He said calmly.

"That should be all for now,?sucre." He said.

"My husband shouldn't know."

"That's not my problem, get out."

"Sure." She said sardonically as she walked out.