Judas kiss

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.

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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..

take care of her mother—?she

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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

on his lips showing off his pearly whites and the one dimple on his left cheek. He immediately walked towards her

strand of her hair behind her

Andre I don't want people being suspicious." She broke their eye

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

cleared their

is burning." Albane said when Andre gave him a glare like a dog that felt threatened that someone would?steal?its

stove, Della giggled at his reaction. He ran his hand through his blonde locks, before smiling because he loved when she giggled. Albane

late, now everything is messed?up."

anyways?" She smiled at him and he

would be a sweetheart if I cooked

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.

remembering my birthday." She said breaking

could never forget." He set

movie?" He suggested. "Awesome." She said jumping off the counter only

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

for a bit she was happy.

"Stop..."?She moaned.

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

She giggled gesturing at the tent that was in between her thighs, slowly rubbing in between. It caused?friction with?panties, it felt nice,

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,

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

beautiful her jet black hair sprawled on the white sheets. She constantly smiled nervously whenever he looked at her

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

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

hers, she felt him chuckle in

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

only allow a man to touch you, on your wedding night... you

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

made him even more

her climax. Her tight grip on his blonde locks. She bucked her lips wanting for friction. The volume of the television was

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

quite a view, her cheeks

her belly button to the valley of her breasts,

coeur." He

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