Judas kiss

Chapter 16 -- Dix-sept.

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!!"

wants Andre to play at a

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

Ben added making his wife roll

talk to your son."

taking the deal Jenny, you or Garreth can try and stop them but all I know

immediately scoffed at his pathetic

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

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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

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.

hazel eyes glimmered around the room for a few seconds before

beautiful, the outside might have been deceiving but

Gucci bag, how do you live in

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

discuss how

like it, i care about your well being." Marcela shook

you."

your rich father, you would be well off..." Marcela said setting her bag

what you want to

good man Adela." She whispered as

here if

Marcela was being paranoid.

She whispered again. "Is that why

hate you." Marcela shook

me more lies." Della scoffed crossing her

didn't know what to

to say and I'll be on my way. If you I were you, i would stay away from him." She

I'm not

by a knock on the door. Without any warning the door flipped open revealing

Leo said racing into his

onto Andre who stared at her with a different

is this?" Leo asked anxiously, Andre knew exactly who she was. He was just surprised that Della was in contact with her mother, it had never been that way before. Marcela didn't even attend her daughters wedding neither did she approve of

interrupted by her mother's

you must be Leo." Marcela

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