Judas kiss novel Chapter 6

Della had just came from taking a few more clothes from her apartment. On Andre's part, it was becoming tiring. He watched packing the few clothes that she had brought with her, in what used to be their walk in closet. The left side had Andre's things and the right side had been left untouched ever since she had left. If it wasn't for Marta, the dust would have simmered all over. She always kept it clean.

"How long are you going to keep doing this?" Andre asked using a towel to dry his hair. He had just taken a shower immediately after they had dinner. He was exhausted from work and the only thing he wanted to do was cuddle her.

"Uh—" Della didn't really have an answer for that. As she was kneeling down, she turned to look in his direction. It was distracting, why did he have to look like that? Andre had a habit of walking around in his boxers, it always caught her off guard. Even though she had been his wife for a while now. Even though they were lose, she could make out his manhood that didn't go unnoticed, even when limp as jelly; barely hard.

"You should permanently move in, you're pregnant with my child and I don't want to force you into anything but I want you here... with me." Andre said with streaks of his wet dirty blonde hair, falling face-forth.

Della sighed at how vulnerable he looked saying this.

"I know I'm pregnant but.. I just want to have somewhere to go Incase this doesn't work out or it ends as soon as it started."

Andre chuckled.

This woman really thought he would be stupid enough to let her go, for the second time. Beneath the humor, it hurt that she didn't believe in what they had or felt for each other.

"You really think, I would make you pregnant then just leave..?" He questioned. Della looked away.. she just didn't fully trust him. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeves anymore. She was cautious of every step she took and she didn't want to depend on anymore. Even more so here father because she had learnt the hard way that people.. leave whenever they want to and you can't force them to stay in your life.

"Della, you need to start trusting me?" He said more as a question. He was aware that she had taken a leap of faith to be with him but she still didn't fully trust him.

"I do. I mean you're a great father to Leo—" She was interrupted.

"You trust me with Leo but you don't trust me with being with you." He said as a matter of fact. Della looked away, back to the shelf; she really didn't want to engage in this conversation anymore.

"Andre.. can we not—"

Della had her mind set. She wasn't going to give in all of her heart and soul like she did when she was younger. She wasn't naive anymore. Things could happen, nothing lasts forever. He would eventually get bored of her. Maybe he only wanted to be with her because he hadn't been with her for a long time. Della was afraid of change, she knew it could happen at any given moment. She would try and make it work but she wouldn't fully give in. She had built her walls so high that it would take a lot of effort to reach over. Yes, she loved Andre. Yes, she wanted to be with him. Yes, she had trust issues. No, she didn't trust him—

At all.

"How will this work if you don't trust me?" Andre questioned.

"You can't ask that of me, trusting you would be too much. I don't want to look like a fool again." She finally stood up, she wanted to walk out on him but he pulled her back. Her only thought were.. this man was a womanizer before she met him, he was a womanizer even after he had kicked her out of his life. She wanted to forget it all and move on. She forgave him but she just didn't trust him. Andre was utterly good looking, that made her insecure. He could get any woman he wanted, she didn't want to dwell on it but it was true and that made her insecure. He had once brought women in this very same house to spite her, he could do it again if he wanted to. Trusting him fully would take a lot of weakness. She just didn't want to be hurt. That type of pain was the worst. She just never wanted to experience it again. Rejection wasn't a steady feeling. Della wanted to always leave space for disappointment. She didn't want her son seeing her at her weakest once again.

"I will never make you look like a fool, Adela. I love you and I want to be with you and nobody else. You're carrying my child and—" He paused. "I would never make the same mistake twice. I know what I did.."

He immediately remembered..

*?Flashback *

"Mama, I swear she won't leave the house even after you told her to." Andre said on a phone call with his mother. He had found her in bed with another man, his mother chased her out but she came back and said their love was stronger than that. He had to believe her and that she wouldn't go until he gave her a chance to speak. They were staying in the same house but he ignored her like a parasite. Della told him that she wouldn't leave just like that and let everything they had go to waste.

"You have to be harsh with her my boy. She knows that you're her only chance of ever having a good life." Jeanine hissed. "You're too soft, Andre. You have always been soft."

Andre sighed.

This was too much for him. He was hurt, just seeing her everyday hurt him. He knew she didn't have anywhere else to go. He just didn't have it in him to kick her out. Like he should. His mother had thrown her out but she came back and here she was staying in the guest room tolerating every single insult that came out of his mouth. Even though it had only been two days. He felt like it had been years.

"Are you listening to me, Andre?" Jeanine questioned.

"Yes, mama." He answered, he only meant to please his mother. After all she had been right about her.

"You need to bring another woman so that she knows that she isn't worth your time anymore. Oui?"