Judas kiss

"Mrs. Levetté ?" Principal Meredith Gordon stood up to greet the two parents but she was usually used to meeting just one.

"It's Ms. McCarthy." She said softly shaking the woman's hand.

"Oh my apologies I just thought Leondre Levetté so...anyways you must be Mr. Levetté." She said softly. Andre gave her a small smile as they comfortably sat down. The woman wore a grey skirt with a matching blazer. Wrinkled skin indicating her being in her old age. She had her spectacles right below her nose making her a tad bit intimidating to Della, Andre wasn't even concussed he just wanted to know why they had been called there and a bigger part of him was glad that he got to see Adela; he missed her so much.? There were multiple awards and trophies that sat proudly in case behind her desk. As well as the fall of the United States of America. She had many pictures plastered around her spacious office, many of which included her awarding kids or herself being given awards and others of herself standing with the very first black president of the USA, Obama. She was quite an admirable being of course this was the Principal of Roosevelt International Private school.

"Thank you for coming on short notice." She said sitting down on her leather seat. Andre seemed arrogantly bored to death but he was here... he wanted to prove to Adela that he would always be there for his son like the good father he should be even if they weren't on good terms.

"May we now know why we are here ?" Andre bluntly replied making Adela to stomp his feet under the mahogany desk.

"Mr. Levetté I understand you are a well known personnel but that will not benefit your son in any way concerning this matter so please respect me and I will respect you." Principal Gordon said intently almost making Andre curse under his breath.

"Your son told another one of our pupil that his grandfather was going to snap his neck and feed him to the vultures." She explained and Della gasped.

"What ?" She gulped.

"Not only that apparently your son has been making deadly threats towards other kids. He said his grandfather would teach him how to shoot at a shooting range that he owned and he would come to school and shoot anyone who disrespected him." She added making Della's mouth to even fall agape. Andre sat there uncomfortably trying to digest what this woman was telling him.

"My baby would never say such a thing, Mrs. Gordon this has to be a mistake !" Della said forcefully.

"I understand that he must act like an innocent six year old in front of you both but-" She was immediately cut off.

"What are you implying Mrs. Gordon ?" Andre sharply breathed in.

"With the amount of school shootings happening in the United States of America and the reputation that our school holds, this is a precaution we should take-" She paused.

"Please just give him a warning! I will talk to him." Adela begged she felt ebony angry with Garreth. This was all her fault for letting her son hang out with a cynical person like him. He was an amazing father but his personality was too blunt for a child like Leo.

"Ms. McCarthy, if this matter was being taken lightly you would be in the HOD's office. I don't specifically deal with my student’s matters but I was pressured into dealing with this one because kids are refusing to come to school because they fear your son." Mrs. Gordon added nonchalantly.

"My son is not a bully!!" Adela was now clearly fuming but Andre took this opportunity to hold her hand softly she calmed down. She had always found comfort in him once upon a time, she didn't flinch, he was glad.

"Andre are you just going to sit here and do nothing?" She yelled.

"Ms. McCarthy your son poses as a threat and you are well aware that-" Mrs. Gordon was immediately cut off.

"I'M NOT SPENDING $650 EVERY FUCKING TERM NOT TO MENTION THE LITTLE EXPENSES THAT YOU ALWAYS ADDING ONTO IT SUCH AS KARATE CLASSES AND WHAT NOT SO YOU CAN TELL ME THIS BULLSHIT." Della yelled.

"Ms. McCarthy calm down." Ms. Gordon said in a relaxed tone. "If this is the sort of environment your son is accustomed to then I clearly understand why your son would act the way he does. He is clearly not in a stable home and he is finding it difficult to adapt with other pupils who are in happy homes."

Andre relaxed in his seat and kept Adela calm by rubbing soft circles on Adela's hand with his thumb. It always soothed her more than?soothe it made her all hot and bothered.

"When your son was accepted into RPS, we had an interview with you about his living state as well as your relationship with the father at which you said he wasn't in the picture." Mrs. Gordon added. "Leondre is one of our best and promising pupils, it honestly upsets me that this is the mentality he is starting to have perhaps it's the place he is living-"

"Leo is perfectly fine where he is. It's done what we need right now is to look for a solution." Andre muttered as he gave Adela's hand a squeeze.

"He needs therapy." The principal said quickly.

"Excuse me?" Della sneered with disgust.

so I won't issue him a suspension letter. There are many schools around unfortunately not as

therapist right in

Brooklyn?" She raised

other kids here. His mother works twice as hard so that he can be here and he is a Levetté. Leondre comes from a very respectable home. I wouldn't want my mother or father putting any bad

implying Mr. Levetté ?" She said

good." He smirked. Adela relaxed she felt relieved that Andre had it under control. People always judged her

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focused on the road, she was focused on the images the passed them as the car went at a certain speed. Alot

ex-husband who gave her a short glance before turning his eyes back on the

i will speak to

You are one of them and Luc, don't act like you don't

okay? Besides your father

what's wrong with you? If there is anyone who is a threat

Firstly does he really get the money that he had from having forty percent of shares in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel or his other businesses. He is one of the most wealthy men and I don't understand where he made all that money? Did his ancestors get

know, you should ask him yourself!"

mad?mon coeur,?I was

after their last encounter, he couldn't get her off his mind. He was glad had could still make her feel the way he did that day. The radio was playing lowly, the next song that came on startled both of them but a

look

and all of our sins will be lost in the

way back, into your arms

know you are, the Queen of my

"The queen of heart."

dance as bride and groom. Andre was well aware that Westlife was her favorite boy-band but sadly the band had broken up but he still insisted on hiring Shane Filan to sing this song on their wedding. She almost cried, everyone was in awe. Della even got the opportunity to talk to Shane Filan who once was the lead singer of Westlife. Brian McFadden recorded a

She replied letting

are the Queen of

matter how?many?years

would do it all for

of

as the song ended. Andre knew that they were both thinking about it but he wasn't going to push it. He didn't want to force himself on her, he knew she loved him and eventually they would be back together once he had worked

She said when the car came to a halt. He looked at her with adoration, she always had this glow about her. This look he gave

hand run circles on her. She felt herself clench her vaginal walls just

her she was shot of words. He gave her a heart-warming smile, which made her heart do somersaults. He licked his lower

purely sexual, she thought. She eyed the way his tie was undone, the bulge in his pants didn't go unnoticed... there was clearly sexual tension. They stared at each other like poles of magnets in a trance. His hand moved to her thigh initiating the first move.

money Della knew she had to make a choice. It was surely

her seat belt. "I know, i know just like in Venice." He smiled pulling her towards him, she comfortably straddled him. He pulled his seat down, they both knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment it would

as he pressed his lips on

both knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment

Munich." She added as he pressed

side of Andre's seat as they kissed softly but with emergency. He let his hands travel to her butt, softly squeezing it. He couldn't only think about how much he missed her in every manor... emotionally and physically. She let out a soft moan everytime he touched her, it felt like her skin burned with need. His lips were soft and they both moved in rhythm. Andre's hands traveled under her dress making her whimper with need. Her hands ran through his blonde locks earning a growl from him. She grinned hips against his already built up tent. She helped him unbuckle his belt, the windows were tinted and there was a lot of steam in the car. Della wasn't thinking straight all she knew was that she needed a good lay from her ex husband. She was about to put her hands in his boxers when there was

against him. The person persisted again. They couldn't quite see who it was but it looked like a tall figure in black.

Della moaned when he bit on her lower

person yelled still knocking

fucks sake." Andre growled breaking away