Chapter 4 -- Quatre.
He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of hers. He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.
He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.
After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.
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The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his ex-wife but now it was just heart-rending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of wetdreams.
"Señor, Breakfast is ready downstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.
"Yes, bien Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.
A part of him felt guilty as the water droplets fell on his blonde hair in the shower. He knew a part of him did not want to sell this house because there resided alot of memories. Della had choosen this mansion because she loved the huge maze garden in the backyard. Andre remembered the event that happened when he slapped his wife hard until she hit the floor. He was so angry, he couldn't control it. Jeanine had specifically told her to leave and never come back but she did and it ended with her earning a hard slap from her husband. This was something he had wanted to forget, guilt ate him inside now knowing that at that very moment she was pregnant with their son.
"Andre, i need to tell you something please just give me a few minutes." Della said tears streaming down her cheeks. She still laid on the tiled floor where she had landed when Andre hit her coldly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT IT, I TOLD YOU I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU. DELLA YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOUR. YOU WERE A MISTAKE."
After those words, Della picked herself up. Tears running down her cheeks like Niagara Falls or rather Victoria Falls ; they just kept coming. Andre was glad she was leaving finally although a part of him felt heart sickened.
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He had not realised how long he had been standing in the shower emotionless reminiscing the past event that happened seven years ago. He remembered every word he had said to her and he couldn't help but grow strong hatred for his mother. This was all her fault, six years of unhappiness were her fault. His son growing up without a father was her fault. Breaking Della's heart was her fault. He didn't even understand whether it was water droplets or his tears on his cheeks. The stubble was visible, he needed to shave. He hated shaving ever since Della left ;this was something they used to do together. She didn't mind helping him shave and giving him kisses on the tiny cuts right after.
After the divorce he was a wreck. His beard grew distasteful giving the press something to write about about. He stopped caring about his image from there on. He could only imagine how much worse it had been for Della...
Pregnant and Divorced.
Chapter 5 -- Cinq."I told him that Leo wasn't his child." Della said putting the new bed covers for one of the hotel suites."Did he believe you?" Mila asked curiously fixing the unmade bed. They were both in their maid uniforms, they had been friends ever since Della started working at the hotel four years back. Mila was also a Latino which made it really easy for them to be friends. Having the same language and very much same interests. Mila knew everything that had happened to her best friend. The shit her arsehole husband put her friend through. "Everyone knows I cheated, Mila so he has to believe me." Della said in a monotonous tone, she didn't care about alot of things. She hardly got excited for anything unless it had to do with her son. She found zero interest in anything really—"But look, if he said he knows what his mother did that means he knows you are lying." Mila replied after a hard well thought."Even if he founds out what happened? What's the point? We should just
Weeks had passed by, Della was relieved that her worst fear had not come to life. The Levetté family wouldn't meddle in her son's life. She would continue living her life like nothing had occurred some weeks back. Everything would be back to normal. Maybe luck was finally on her side.What Della didn't know was that when her son came back from school and sat at the hotel lobby. He asked Tim if he could use the phone. Leo had held onto the card that Mister Andre had given him two days before. Leo liked Mister Andre alot, he was very nice and they had the same hair like twins, Leo thought."Leo, you want me to call Andre Levetté ?" Tim asked the little boy unsure if he should."Yes, he is my friend. He said I could call him whenever, I needed anything." Leo smiled sheepishly."Is your mother aware of this ?" Tim questioned."No and please please please don't tell her." Leo said giving Tim his puppy dog eyes."Okay fine, only because you helped me ask Veronica out." Tim added thinking b
Chapter 7 -- Sept.Della's manager had informed her that Garreth had booked the royal suite and was requesting to see her. She wondered what could be the problem... She had known the forty-five year old man ever since she started working at the Ritz-Carlton hotel. He was a very nice humble person. Della wondered at first why a rich successful man like him would have any interest in a maid like herself. Garreth said he saw her as family, he mentioned seeing his young sister in her—which Della found very weird.Whenever she needed anything, he was always there for her. Even though she would never accept his money, he offered to sponsor her college fees so she could get her degree in Literature. That, she accepted."Sugar daddy can't seem to get away from you." Mila said sarcastically. It made Della laugh ofcourse that's what it looked like to anyone who didn't know her friendship with Garreth."You know Mila, God can use anyone and anything to help you in times of crisis and I think Ga
Chapter 8 — Heit"I was giving her space but now I won't do that anymore." Andre let out another exasperated sigh."Well, ami don't you think you should sort out the thing you have going on with your son..." Luc replied to his brother who seemed to be in deep thought. Andre's only thought was how close him and his son had grown in the past month. Leo was everything he had ever wanted in a son. He never wanted kids but Leo changed his mind. Being with Leo and seeing Leo made him happy but Luc was right he couldn't continue seeing him behind his ex-wife's back."She will say no." Andre took a sip of his Starbucks latte."He is your son and you have rights to be in his life whether she is okay with it or not." Luc muttered as a matter of fact."Mom took away my rights as soon as she kicked her out of the house and forced her to sign the divorce papers." He paused. "Goodness I can't believe my own mother did what she did. Wasn't it obvious that Della made me happy. I didn't care if she ca
Chapter 9 – Neuf"Is it really necessary for me to come along?" Della asked her father with a sincere expression. "I mean I love working extra shifts and this gala is a great opportunity for that." She explained as Garreth continuously typed on his laptop. After sometime he looked up and gave his new long lost daughter a smile."Adela, i want to introduce you to all my close friends and everyone else who needs to know you are my blood and heir. I will not allow my only daughter to be cleaning up tables while I dine with the upper crust." He said giving her an assuring smile."This is to make up for lost time, my darling you are a McCarthy." He said with a grin on his lips and a glimmer in his grey eyes."I have already sent for Donato Vivaldi to have your outfits for tonight set." Garreth said in an excited tone. Della looked rather confused maybe because she didn't grow up with the beau monde moneyed class. She had always longed to be wanted and loved, of course her abuela gave her t
Chaper 10 -- Dix.After being introduced to almost everyone in the room personally, Della felt tired but happy. Her father wasn't embarrassed of her in anyway, infact he wanted to show her off to everyone he knew."If it isn't the Levetté family." Adela's father said nonchalantly. Della immediately felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn't want any trouble hopefully they would all act civil."Garreth." Ben Levetté gave him a nod. Della turned around and the first thing she met was his blue alluring eyes. She quickly looked away."Long time no see, Garreth." Jeanine said in a monotonous tone. Della could feel his eyes all over her even though she wasn't looking at him. She felt self conscious. Her father had his hand laid gently on his daughters back as he tried not to show his anger."Yes yes, I must say I'm quite embarrassed by what my daughter did." Garreth said and Della knew this wasn't going to end well."Adela won't you greet your old family dear?" He said his British accent
Chapter 11 -- Onze."That man made us look like fools." Jeanine sighed during breakfast."Well, we all know who is to blame for that." Andre said bitterly."What do you mean by that? this is all your fault for having resorted to kicking her out like that." Jeanine said oblivious to the fact that everyone around the table knew what she had done."Mom how long are are you going to keep this up?" Andre asked on a serious note. It seemed Luc and Andre's father, all they ever did whenever something happened was watch, stare and not interfere. Andre was getting annoyed by their choice of stance."What are you trying to say ?" Jeanine sipped on her orange juice and stared at her son."Would it hurt for you to admit that you were wrong and you purposely destroyed my marriage. You are the reason why I missed six years of my son's life. You are the reason why things turned out the way they did and I don't know what's worse? the fact that you pretend like you don't know anything or rather the fa
Chapter 12 -- Douze.This was what Della had been dreading the whole week ;sitting on a table across her ex-husband and son. Leondre seemed excited. This was all for him, only for him. Andre wanted to talk to Della about their son in fact he wanted to talk about more than just that with her. As for Della she just wanted to discuss only about her son and co-parenting.Della looked at the mansion she once stayed in, nothing had changed much. The same way she had her flowers around the yard is the same way it was, still well maintained. She always thought maybe Andre would rip them out judging by the way he was so angry even hearing her name or even seeing her at the time. The same anger made him lay a hand on his woman when she tried to tell him about their baby."Woah! Is this Mister Andre's house?" Leo said in awe."Yes, that's your father's house now if you follow me. He is expecting you inside.." Albane Gauthier the Butler spoke in a professional tone."That's so cool, like super co