Judas kiss

Chapter 20 -- Vingt-et-un.

It was her birthday, she never celebrated it much. Her mom didn't want to hear any of it?regardless?

when her grandparents were still around they always tried to make it special. She would be twenty-two.

This birthday was also different because she had met a special someone that year, Andre.

I'm so sorry?amor,?I?have?meeting after meeting, we can't spend the day together. Te amo Te amo te

amo, i love you to the moon and back.

- Andre xx

She felt her lips curve up into a smile, she wasn't expecting much from anyone but the fact that he

actually put effort in letting her know made her smile.

"What are you beaming for?" Marcela grumbled at her daughter. She looked her worst, from her hair to

her?Dow to her?clothing, with little bits of blood on the sides of her nose, she constantly sniffed. This is

what drugs did to people—

"Marcela, let's get you cleaned up before I?leave for?work?" Della said putting her small Nokia phone

in her back pocket.

"NO NO NO NO, I-I-I WILL NOT!!"?Marcela yelled shivering beyond any doubt. Della rolled her eyes at

her mother acting like a child, she did this every morning, you see—

"MARCELA DON'T MAKE ME DRAG YOU TO THE BATHROOM OKAY? I'm not leaving you until you

have bathed." Della yelled back. It was a constant struggle every morning.

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After an hour of bickering and yelling she was finally cleaned up. Marcela sat on the bed shivering, like

a child with a cold; Della softly combed her hair.

"You need?professional help—"?Della whispered. "Proper help Marcela!"?Marcela's eyes felt heavy

she was about to sleep, at least whenever she slept she wouldn't be a problem and better yet she

wasn't in pain. She tied her mother's soft hair in a bun. Making sure she had put?some warm clothes

on.?Laying?her mother down on the bed and put a warm fleece over her shaking body.

Before heading out she left food on her bedside and water—?with that she locked the door. Until she

could get her mother help, she wasn't going to let her roam around the streets of Brooklyn, New York.

Her neighbor Margarita had promised to check up on her from time to time for $10 of course nothing

was for free.

-

She arrived at work, like normally nothing new happened. Same old customers, the rude, the nice—?

when she finally knocked off around six pm, she couldn't wait to lay down in her bed and watch

Telenovela's. In a way she felt like she was in?her own?Telenovela right now because Andre Levetté

was her boyfriend. He had asked her on their third date. They had been dating for three months now.

He made her laugh, above all he made her feel like there was no gap between them?—the gap

between the?rich and poor—?he made her forget about all her worries. She knew it wouldn't last long

that's why she kept a room for disappointment, she was certainly nothing compared to the women he

used to mingle with before.?They were all so glamorous and classy. The type to fit the magazine

covers.

She was saying good bye to?one of?her co-workers when a black sleek SUV parked in front of

Starbucks. She immediately face palmed. Why did he always do that? She blushed. Albane made this

way out of the car, towards where she was standing. The windows of the?SUV were tinted so she

couldn't exactly see Andre's face smirking at her reaction.

"Greetings, Ms. McCarthy." He said softly dressed in?his formal uniform, it was full black so?she

started remembering stupid things like men in black movie.

"Hi,?Albane. Remember,?I told you not to call me?with any formalities?or else I wouldn't take the

requests from your boss." She giddily smiled.?"It's just Della!"

"Yes, Ma'am. I mean yes?D-Della?." only people close to her called her Adela. In fact everyone had

started calling her Della that very few people didn't know her full name was Adela.

"Mr. Levetté requested for your presence—"?Albane Gauthier said with a solemn expression?clearing

his throat. She thought he was busy today and also her mom needed her.

"I can't, I have things to do at home." She frowned because she really wanted to see her Andre.?He

made her feel things she had never ever once felt for another human being.

"Unfortunately Mr. Levetté?insisted,?I shouldn't leave without you so shall we go or must I follow and

pester you until you decide to come with?" He said in a serious tone. he towered over her 5'5 frame

she felt like he could easily put her over his shoulder and throw her in the back sit before driving away.

"Fine…" She said going towards the car, he opened the door for her and she sat on the sleek leather

seats. People were watching them like a hawk. It wasn't everyday someone like her got picked up like

that. She had told Andre that she wanted them to be a secret,?clearly not?ready for the spotlight

besides that she knew they would break up in their fourth or fifth month?because Andre never lasted

longer than that. If she told Andre she was indeed waiting for marriage, he would leave..

Immediately ing?Margarita that she would be home late and that she should take care of her mother

—?she will add another $20?of course, Margarita didn't hesitate saying okay.

-

When she arrived, she wasn't as surprised as she was the first time she saw his mansion. Instead this

time she knew her way around. She saw the man who she didn't want to fall in love with but every time

she saw him her heart skipped a beat. He was dressed casually in a?dark blue?v-neck and jeans. It

shaped his muscular chest and biceps. His blonde hair messy, he was humming something while

cooking. He looked so heavenly.

She finally cleared her throat and he turned around. A smile crept on his lips showing off his pearly

whites and the one dimple on his left cheek. He immediately walked towards her and engulfed her in

his arms. He smelt so heavenly she thought. "Mon amour,?I?missed you so much." He whispered.

"I missed you too." They finally pulled back looking into each other's eyes. He caressed her cheek and

put a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You should let me come to your work place, I?can't take this

hiding anymore."

"No, Andre I don't want people being suspicious." She broke their eye contact.

"There won't be any suspicion in fact I want the whole world to know you are mine." He said

immediately crushing his lips onto hers. At first she didn't respond but after a while she did. She let her

arms wrap around Andre's broad shoulders. Without any effort he lifted her up from the titled floor

placing her on the kitchen counter where she sat and he stood in between her thighs, she could feel his

member down there poking her front. It felt good. Their kiss was feverish, hungry and slow. He

massaged her?boobs, her nipples were already hard. He knew this woman would be the death of him.

The amount of cold showers he had to take after she left his presence...

Someone cleared their throat- Albane.

"Sir, your food is burning." Albane said when Andre gave him a glare like a dog that felt threatened that

someone would?steal?its bone.

"Ah fuck!"?Andre?went off?to the stove, Della giggled at his reaction. He ran his hand through his

blonde locks, before smiling because he loved when she giggled. Albane gracefully left their presence.

"It's too late, now everything is messed?up." He sighed.

"Why were you cooking anyways?" She smiled at him and he felt his heartbeat faster.

"It's your birthday and since you don't want to go?out?with me or be seen with me in public. I thought I

would be a sweetheart if I cooked us dinner here... you are such a distraction. Do you know that ?" He

asked her with a smirk.

"Well I still appreciate the effort, come here!"?She?smirked?as he made his way back in between her

thighs. He could have asked his chef but he wanted to make it even more special?with the effort.?She

caressed his tiny stubble and gently laid a perk on his lips. He growled..."You are such a tease, mon

coeur. I want a proper kiss." She blushed. He immediately put his lips on hers,?it was heaven

whenever they touched the sparks were undeniable.

"Thanks for remembering my birthday." She said breaking the kiss.

"I could never forget." He set his lips on hers again.

"Should we order Chinese and watch a movie?" He suggested. "Awesome." She said jumping off the

counter only to be pulled back into his strong arms.

-

The movie turned out to be more of a makeup session for the two love birds. Andre couldn't keep his

hands and lips off her neither could she. She was straddling him on his king sized bed, constantly

giggling at what Andre was whispering in her ear. She forgot—

for a moment, about her mother, her problems, for a bit she was happy. This was how Andre made her

feel.

"Stop..."?She moaned.

"I'm not doing anything ?" He raised his hands in defence. "You are the one straddling me." He

chuckled pulling her close. A part of him couldn't wait to devour her, a part of him didn't want to taint her

innocence but his dick wasn't having any of it,?it faced north whenever she was around.?

"Yes you are." She giggled gesturing at the tent that was in between her thighs, slowly rubbing in

between. It caused?friction with?panties, it felt nice, she was so moisture.

Andre kissed her, feverishly cupping her perky breasts. She moaned against his mouth, she rubbed

herself against his bulge and he groaned feeling restrained. He had not been laid in four months, ever

since he met her. He only imagined doing it with her and no one else. He was infatuated by her smile,

her laugh and her beauty most of all her smart mouth that always challenged him. All the women he

had been with always let him be right even if he was wrong but Della didn't. She was feisty, they fought

for the most idiotic things. She wouldn't let anything go without a fight. For the first time in his life, he

was learning to go in the direction led by a woman besides?his mother.

His hands roamed under her top, feeling the nub of her?breasts. It felt so good, it felt amazing having

his lips on her neck up to her jaw. He licked her ear lobe. Before they both knew it clothes were flying

across the room. Their kisses were now hungry. Moans filled the room. She gasped when he flipped

them over. He was now on top, in between her creamy thighs. They continued vigorously kissing, him

in his boxers. Della in just her panties.That had a patch of liquid from yearning. He loved how she

never wore a bra, he thought it was cute, it gave him access to gaze at their shape, to feel them

whenever they hugged, to play with her nipples over any fabric that she had on.

She looked so beautiful her jet black hair sprawled on the white sheets. She constantly smiled

nervously whenever he looked at her with adoration.

"You are so fucking beautiful, mon angelique." He muttered the last part in French. She stared at his

blue eyes, while her fingers played with his blonde locks. It was quiet as they just stared?at each other.

Her lips pink, plump from his feverish kisses. She bit her lip, avoiding a smiling from cracking. He

smirked and his left dimple appeared. His hands were keeping himself stable from crushing his whole

weight on her. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, feeling his member poke her wet patches...

it made both of them weak.

They broke the stare contest with bits of slow kisses. She hadn't realized his ceiling had mirror and she

could see their reflections. "I want you to see every detail, while I make love to you." He whispered as

he bit on her ear lobe. She wondered how many girls had been in his bed surely this ceiling mirror

hadn't been meant for only her.

"You are?crazy, Andre!" She?giggled?bringing his lips onto hers, she felt him chuckle in between their

kiss.

"Only for you mon angelique." He said his voice husky with need. "I had it set up a week back. Call me

crazy, I'm crazy about you." He muttered in her ear making her smile broadly but she was scared, she

had never done this before...

'Adela, you will only allow a man to touch you, on your wedding night... you promise ? I know you won't

disappoint me like your mother.'?She remembered her abuela's words.

Andre removed her panties and she gasped still deep in thought when his thumb pressed on her

throbbing?clit. She was so moisture, it turned him on. He flicked on the bud of her nipples. She

moaned, it was music to his ears. She felt herself ache, her back when his tongue?pressed against?

her core. It was an amazing feeling. She had never felt this good. His tongue flicked on the little pink

bud between her folds. Her hands could only hold onto his hair. His hands rubbed on the sides of her

thighs as he ate her out, she tasted so good. He knew she had never been touched before—

it made him even more protective of her.

"Ahh-Dre." She gasped about to reach her climax. Her tight grip on his blonde locks. She bucked her

lips wanting for friction. The volume of the television was still very high. The movie had continued

playing...

Her eyes rolled back when she reached her climax.?Her thighs shook.?She looked up to see the

reflection of her thighs wide open, her boobs pointy, a certain blonde between her?legs?his muscular

back-

it was quite a view, her cheeks flushed.

He kissed his way back to her lips, from her belly button to the valley of her breasts, her neck, her jaw

finally her lips.

"You tasted marvelous, mon coeur." He said a gruff voice.

She kissed him back, he smiled. Her nipples rubbed on his chest, making both of them aroused. This

was her first ever sexual experience and she loved it, she enjoyed it. He removed his boxers and she

gasped at the size, he was so huge. She expected it but she didn't expect that.?His tip rubbed on her

core and he cursed some incoherent words?at the amount of pleasure he was getting,?this girl would

be the death of him.

She was scared, she was nervous. He looked at her with a questioning look??Trying not to over think,

she?nodded,?Della?wanted to do this.

He pushed the tip?in?and she whimpered. Tears glistened. "We can stop, mon angelique."

"It hurts." She said feeling like a baby.?"A lot..."

He knew it hurt, she was so tight even with only his tip in. What?more when he entered?his entire?

length??He laid a kiss on her forehead and pulled out. "We can always wait for the right moment,?I?

care about you so much,?I?don't want to pressure you okay?" She nodded.

"I'm sorry, Andre." She felt bad because he still had a hard on. For disappointing him.

"You can make it up to me if we take a cold shower together." He smirked pulling her into his arms.

"I will." She gave him a perk and hugged him like her life depended on it. He lifted her up bridal style

walking towards the en suite bathroom.

He knew he loved her from the first time he met,?he knew he loved her. He just didn't want to say it yet,

it might scare her away and he didn't want that. He loved her presence in his life even though it was

under wraps for now.

They showered together, talked for a bit until she slept on his chest listening to his steady heart beat.

She thought maybe this was a sign, a sign that it wasn't the right time yet.. she needed to wait for her

future husband but it would be hard resisting him after he had shown her how good it feels.

-

She woke up early and happy. She wanted to prepare breakfast for him. She took a shower?slipped

into his clean boxers and his white shirt. He slept like a baby so peaceful, his eyes closed, his lips

puckered, his hair a?hot?mess.?She smiled?watching him sleep.

Della went downstairs, making her?way?to the kitchen. She was humming something to herself when

she turned around and saw—

Jeanine Levetté, his mother. It wasn't the first time Della had seen her, of course on television or the

magazines but now she was standing in front of her.

It seemed?Jeanine?had been standing there for a while waiting for her to turn around not wanting to

interrupt the stranger cooking in her son's home.

"And who might you be?" Jeanine crossed her arms.

"Mrs. Levetté-" Della gasped. "I'm-" she was interrupted.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Get your filthy hands away from me you prostitute." Jeanine swatted Della's hand away.?Jeanine was

quick to?pull?out?a few?hundred dollar bills?and threw it at her.?"Get out?before I report you to the

police for trespassing. My son?had?his?fun?with you?yesterday?and don't assume you're special.?I

don't ever want to ever see you?here?again..."?Jeanine made sure to whisper yell not wanting to wake

her son up.?"An immigrant of all things..." she whispered to herself.

"Can I get my clothes?"?Della said with a hiccup. Her eyes blurry with tears and hurt. This is why she

didn't want to meet his family or let anyone know about them.?They looked down on people that

weren't in their circle.

"Just get out?!"?Jeanine gritted her teeth. She couldn't possibly let her go home dressed like that—

She did.

With her newly manicured nails, Jeanine?pushed Della out. Albane was kind enough to drive her home

without Mrs. Jeanine knowing. Della promised herself she would never see Andre again.?She got her

little fairytale for a while but it was time to go back to reality.

Della?was wrong, so wrong because he fought for her against his family, the media, the public, he

fought for her. He stood by her side—

until his mother finally succeeded having the last laugh when Andre kicked Della out of his home after

being married for?only?two years.

-

Della shook her thoughts away realizing her son was asleep. She had been telling him a story about a

prince who was infatuated by a poor maid. Jeanine chasing her out were the very red flags, she should

have listened to now here she was...