Judas kiss

Chapter 13 -- Quartorze.

"That was-" Della smiled looking at her husband who was panting for his breath right beside her. He

pulled her close and laid a chaste kiss on her cheeks, jaw, lips right until her temple. "Great." He

finished her sentence. She couldn't stop smiling, he made her so happy.

"You have to get ready for work, it's almost eight am." She said in a hurry. "Your mother already hates

me as it is, I don't want her to hate me even more if she finds out I'm the reason why you are always

late." She rambled on and on as she wrapped the white sheets around her body, leaving Andre

smirking and a naked mess. His blonde hair was a sexy mess and his broad chest glistened with sweat

from their sexual encounters. His big dick lazily laid on his thigh ;this only made Della shy.

"Mon amour, come here ?" He said showing off his dimpled smile.

"No, Andre go shower. You are already late." She threw her hands in the air dramatically and Andre

looked at her with an amused smile on his face.

"First of all mother doesn't hate you, she will get used to you whether she likes it or not. You are mine

and only mine and you are not going anywhere." He stood up wrapping his hands around her waist, as

he whispered these assuring words in her ear.

"Second of all, I will only shower if my beautiful stunning Mexican amour joins me."

Della blushed, her cheeks turning beetroot red. He made her this happy.

"Okay, I will join you just now, there's something I need to do." She stood on her tipped toes and kissed

him like she would never see him again. He smiled against the kiss and she smiled too. They stood in

each others arms for a while, enjoying each other's presence.

"I love you mon coeur." Andre said kissing her brunette hair that was a sexy messy.

"Te amo Andre." She whispered but just enough for him to hear.

When Andre finally left for their en suite bathroom, Della decided to remove the sheets wrapped around

her body and dress into something proper so she could make him breakfast. Even though Marta was

around she enjoyed cooking for her husband. Once she heard the shower running, she decided to

clean up.

Della was about to pull her panties up, she would take a shower later. Before she could pull her panties

up she saw her husbands seeds?seeping down between her thighs. She gasped. She wasn't on the

pill, Andre kept postponing their visit to the gynecologist. She sat back on their bed, he clearly forgot to

put on a condom or maybe he did it on purpose.

"Love, what's wrong ?" Andre came out of the en suite his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his

hips. Well that was a quick shower or had she been sitting there over thinking for a while now?! She

hadn't realized that she was in deep thought.

"Huh ?" She snapped out of her thoughts.

"We didn't-" She didn't finish her sentence. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about our one year

anniversary." She quickly changed the subject, she didn't want to stress him. She would buy morning

after pill as soon as possible.

"I'm not ruining the surprise." He smirked and she smiled looking at him. He was breath taking,

sometimes she couldn't believe that she was married to Andre Levetté. He was every girls dream and

the fact that he wanted her when she was nothing still baffled her. He could have anyone but he chose

her.

Adela had not realized she had spaced out until her son ran in.

"Mom, I can't find my tie." He was so energetic.

She smiled thinking back to what Andre had asked her. - 'I wonder where we made Leondre, it could

have been right here on this bench or maybe on the kitchen island or maybe in our bedroom. It's just

crazy how to think I'm a father to someone.' - the answer was pretty clear when they made Leo

because a month later he divorced her, just a day before their anniversary.

"Mom?" Leo snapped his mother out of her daze.

"Oh yes your tie. Check the first drawer to your left." She said knowing her son's things like the back of

her hand. She laid a gently kiss on his forehead before he ran off in his spider man underwear. He was

truly a bundle of joy. Why was she thinking about these things? she sighed finally getting out of bed.

Della suddenly thought how blind and stupid she was. She thought they would last forever, well that

was a joke. What wasn't a joke about their marriage was that she really loved him. She was so naive,

she saw him as her prince and shining amour on a white horse. Fate has a really funny way of

destroying people's hopes. Adela didn't believe in love anymore, it was a Facade ; a total joke. She

would never be a fool to any other man. The only man she will ever love was her son and father. She NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

was really a clown, she heaved a sigh, as she made her bed. She actually thought someone like Andre

would want someone like her, it was too good to be true.

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"Mr. Levetté it's good to see you smiling again." Marta interrupted his breakfast as she wiped the table

counter. "…eating and happy." She added.

Andre couldn't help smiling again at the thought. "Indeed."

"Your son is very handsome and very graceful when is he going to visit again." She respectfully

questioned.

"I will have to speak to his mother about it." He grinned thinking about how this would give him an

excuse to see Della again.

"His mother is very beautiful too." Marta wiggled her eyebrows and he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Yes, she is very beautiful."?perfect?he muttered under his breath.

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He rushed out of the building and immediately Albane his chauffeur had the door to his black SUV

open. Dressed in his Armani suit he looked like a snack to take in. He was having lunch with his ex-wife

- yes he convinced her - there were a few things he wanted to discuss about their son as soon as he

mentioned son, she agreed. Adela clearly had a soft spot for their son.

He made his way into the Italian restaurant, him and Della used to love. When he saw her already sat

and as always looking simple but beautiful. He knew all the man around, were drooling, this was one of

the reasons he preferred a private room but he knew Della wouldn't agree to ever being alone with him.

Was it because he still had an effect on her?

"I'm so sorry mon-" He almost said my love but he quickly remembered, old habits die hard. "Did you

wait long ?" He said clearing his throat. Della didn't realize they had to dress up but this was Andre ;he

was always in a suit.

"No, I just got here." She muttered and he nodded. He wanted to lay his hand on top of hers and-?

"Andre, darling ?" A feminine voice interrupted them. Andre cleared his throat again.

"Hey uhm-" He didn't remember her name and was hoping she would say it first but she didn't. She

looked familiar probably one of his one night stands. He hadn't slept with anyone in the two months he

had met with Della again.

The lady was beautiful and very much Andre's type... Della thought to herself as she sipped on her

cocktail minding her own business. She had brown hair in waves and a lean body, probably a model.

She looked like she was Andre's 'class'.

"Mindy." Her voice sounded a little disappointed.

"Ah yes Mindy, how are you?" He pretended like he actually cared.

"I would be fine if you called me back and didn't leave me alone in a hotel with a note." She rolled her

eyes. "or am I disturbing something here. Is this the girl you are going to take to bed tonight?" Mindy

glared at Della.

"I'm sorry but I think, I'm just going to leave." Della stood up from her seat she didn't want to be caught

up in all this besides she could use this time to fetch Leo from school instead of Mrs. Daniela dropping

him off.

Andre immediately stood up. "Della don't leave, it's not what it looks like." He said not caring about the

woman who stood in front of him in disbelief. "No no-" Della chuckled wholeheartedly. "It's okay deal

with whatever you need to, we could always reschedule besides you don't have to explain anything to

me." Her smile seemed like a sword piercing through his heart. He didn't want her to think badly of him.

She didn't care?

"Andre?" Mindy snapped him out of his thoughts as he watched Della gracefully walk out on him.?

Della wasn't surprised, she expected it from him. Anyways, who was she to judge how he lives his life,

she had her own business to mind. As long as he didn't teach her son any of these male-whoring

shenanigans then she would it be fine.

"Mindy or whatever you go by the name of. I am going to take her to bed tonight because she is my

fucking wife now if you will excuse me." He said with anger gritting his teeth.

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