Judas kiss novel Chapter 65

She was happy.

Happy that she had a stronger relationship with Andre and there was progress... sad that her mom. Yes, Marcela was bitchy but it would have been nice to have her around still. Della doubted Marcela would approve of Andre infact knowing her mother very well, Marcela would call her stupid.

A week after missing period, she immediately bought a pregnancy test.

It said she wasn't pregnant.

She was very disappointed but it's not as if Andre had stopped making love to her. It had to happen eventually. They didn't call it baby-making, Andre thought of it as him just enjoying every moment with her. It wasn't just Leo that he had missed in six years. Della had started to be worried that what if she was now barren? What if she couldn't conceive? She just had so many questions. Was she now too old? She was only in her late twenties. It also surprised her how she had not been to her apartment for two full months, the exact time her mother had been in a coma.

"Is Darren me?" Andre said very suspiciously at Della as he held her manuscript. Yes, they had went back to their habit of reading together. Della always felt comfortable giving Andre her work unlike when she gave Leith. Andre had always managed to give her a none-biased opinion.

Della didn't know how to respond to that.

"...not exactly." Della said embarrassed, she knew Andre was smarter than that.

"I think Darren Blake is me." He said, his expression was unreadable.

"Did you hate me that much?" He questioned.

Della felt bad as she looked out the balcony sliding door, the rain was pouring heavily.

"I wrote most of it when I was pregnant and angry.." She paused. "I just took it all out on paper."

"Mhm, you wished me a painful death.." He teased but it was true. When Della was pregnant she wrote all the horrible things she wished would happen to Andre but those were the first few chapters after Leo was born.. that hate sort of dissolved. She suddenly only cared about her new bundle of joy now and she didn't have as much time to write anymore. Thanks to the Nana she met at the community Centre. She had agreed to take care of little infant Leo. Della had to go back to work immediately if she planned on not being homeless again. It hurt that every time she got home from her shift at around midnight, Leo would be asleep. She didn't have time to sit and be angry anymore. She didn't have time to write about Darren Blake the evil male lead.

Her big break was when they renovated a new building and it was later called the Ritz-Carlton hotel. They were looking for employees from accountants to cooks to maids to managers. Things started to look up, she remembered her first pay.. she spent it all on Leo.? The greatest thing about this was it was very close to where she stayed, meaning instead of her money finishing as transport, she was able to save a little.

"I was just angry.. besides it's not like I could go to a therapist." Della defended herself. "I also think the old Adela would hate me for being with you right now and allowing you to make me pregnant for the second time."

Andre laughed at her snide comment.

"I mean, I can sense anger but there is love hidden." He said softly. "This is actually the most realistic book you have ever written or maybe I just haven't read your writings in a long time. I guess it hurts that Darren who is me dies a tragic death but.. I love it. This would be a Best New York Seller."

Della smiled.

"I hope you aren't just saying that."

"No.." he chuckled. "Personally, this is something I would buy and thoroughly enjoy reading." He said coming closer to her side of the bed.

"Mr Levetté are you trying to seduce me." She giggled at Andre who was now hovering over her.

"I mean your book was pretty shit but maybe you could change my mind.." Andre teased, his blue eyes had a shade darker. That always happened when—

"How? Do you want to read my other manuscript?" Della acted innocent which Andre absolutely loved.

"No.. maybe I will understand it all better when I'm in the depths of you." He smirked, Della was going absolutely crazy, Andre was always such a dirty talker. With the rain in the background, this seemed like the perfect time to allow Andre to be in her depths.

He puckered her lips, as she laid on the soft pillow. He couldn't wait to devour her. Leaning in for another kiss, she let her hand wrap around his neck. Andre pressed his huge bulge on the front of her panties. She wore a dress and it had hiked up. She could feel how iron rigid his member was. It gave her immense pleasure thinking about how he would stretch her out leaving absolutely no space to breath. He would unmercifully clog her until she gives in. Andre was the best love maker.

"That's so unprofessional." She played along in between the kisses they had shared.

"It could be worse Mrs McCarthy." He said in a husky tone, nuzzling her earlobe and giving her a lick here and there. That made her vulva release an unimaginable amount of Lava. Her breasts both pointy, she was ready to take it all in.

"Do I have to beg you on my knees for you to like my manuscript?" She questioned as they joined for another soft kiss.

"... depends maybe you could sing for me on your knees, I have a mic."

This made Della burst out laughing.

"You're so dirty Andre.." She playfully hit his chest. He just smirked.

"Do you still want to sing? Or you want me to play the flute."

"Stop being ridiculous, who even taught you that?" Della laughed wholeheartedly making Andre laugh as well.

"It was in magazine.. that I read during a boring flight." He said defensively.

Andre noticed how Della tensed as she push him off her. With her hand on her mouth, she sprinted for the bathroom. Andre immediately went to be of aid as she threw up. He held her hair and rubbed circles on her back. They both knew what this meant, Andre couldn't stop the grin that formed on his lips.

He was going to be a father again.

Or Della was just feeling sick.

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Mila felt self conscious, her little belly bump had formed and she didn't know how to feel. She wore Alfredo's grey hoodie and tights. It covered up well considering she wasn't that big.

"Are you ready?" He asked her, she was just merely standing on the mirror, just staring at herself.

"Fredo.." she called him with the new nickname she had given him.

It made him smile.

"Yeah?" He answered.