Judas kiss

Chapter 47 - To call you daddy in the bedroom.

"The last shipment?" Garreth questioned.

"Already done just waiting for the arrival." Spencer replied.

"Great. We use the Levetté's company as a cover up because they obviously sell wine and everyone

assumes their packages are wine. Make sure you tell the men to check on the shipment before is goes

and exchange the wine bottles with our stuff.."

"Yes.." Spencer nodded typing on his MacBook.

"Anything else.." Amanda asked. She was Garreth's personal assistant. She knew everything in and

out just like the rest. She started off dating one of the men but then Garreth saw that she could be

useful and do a much better job.

"I want to hold a yacht gala."

"Okay.." Amanda wrote it down. "Using your own yacht?" She questioned.

"No, I want a new one, a bigger one." Garreth whined.

"I will search one that we can rent."

"Did I say rent? I want you to buy it." Garreth grizzled.

"What's the occasion?" Spencer asked the man who sat behind his glass desk with his white suit

looking untouched.

"Nothing, I miss dressing up and making scenes with the Levetté's. I just have so many plans. Amanda

make sure you invite our beloved Marcela.." Garreth smirked. Spencer was sensing that he was

obviously planning more.

"Imagine if she accidentally drowned.. oooh that will be shocking." Garreth chuckled.

"You do realize that her daughter will probably want to kill herself too because that's her mother.."

Garreth stopped laughing.

"Alright, I didn't think that through but I wouldn't kill her before getting a last fuck obviously.." Garreth

added spinning on his black leather office chair.

"Your publicist said you can't be in another scandal not after what happened with the Levetté's

previously.." Amanda added onto the conversation.

"If I'm going to kill her, I want everyone to know. I'm not going to hide her body.. I would want them to

atleast bury her with dignity.. I'm not that heartless."

"She has a kid, that's already heartless." Ignacio decided to finally join the conversation. All along he

was just seemingly bored playing with the long strands of his hair that almost covered his face. Unlike

Spencer and Amanda who dressed formally, he was just in jeans, boots and a Freddie Mercury T-shirt.

His nails were always painted black, Spencer thought that was just him being him nothing more to it.

Ignacio had been watching Spencer talk, the way his lips moved or the way he stretched out his

impeccably sexy muscles. He always had the body of a God, Ignacio thought to himself.

"Can you all get out, I need time to think.." Garreth said rather coldly. Amanda and Ignacio didn't

hesitate leaving but Spencer remained.

"Don't do anything stupid.." Spencer said softly.

"Then you wouldn't have a job because you're here to clean up my mess." Garreth spat in a rude voice.

At this point Spencer wanted to push the stupid spinning chair out on the twenty-second floor with its

owner in it. The glass interior around his office made it look inviting. In his head he imagined it

happening but he decided against it.

On the other hand.

"When will you tell him?" Amanda asked Ignacio.

"Never." Ignacio whispered back.

"Anyone could easily tell by the way you were looking at him with those heart emoji eyes." Amanda

giggled going to her desk.

"Hahahaha very funny." Ignacio mocked as he took his phone out of his back pocket. Immediately

seeing missed calls from Luc and a couple of texts.

Goodness Gracious, this kid needs to chill. Ignacio thought to himself as he switched his phone off.

Waiting for Spencer to come out. This was Garreth's property business. He owned much more hotels

and clubs. This was his Facade, the only legal business he had obviously. He spent most of his time

here. No one would suspect that this man who did real estate would be busy shipping ammunition and

drugs in wine looking containers. Branded Levette, Jeanine is the reason why this was happening. If

they got caught, the Levetté's would get the fire for it and not Garreth. He had plans to make one more

shipment go wrong.. just so Andre could go to jail as the current acting CEO. Ben and Jeanine would

be so hurt, Garreth wasn't lying when he said he had a lot of plans.

"Hey wanna go grab some lunch?" Ignacio said immediately when he saw Spencer's figure

approaching. Spencer looked at his watch-

"Argh, I can't. I'm having lunch with Della in a few.."

Ignacio then immediately rolled his eyes.

"As always. It's as if you don't like hanging out with me anymore." Ignacio grumbled.

"It's not like that.." Spencer said feeling bad because it was true, all his time was spent between work

and Della.

"She is sleeping with Andre.."

Spencer felt his chest tighten, it also didn't help that they were in the elevator.

"You're lying.." Spencer chuckled lightly, a bit hurt. He knew it was possible.

"Nah man, I became friends with his little brother at club Lavida. He told me that Andre and Della had

slept together a couple of days ago and they were planning to patch up things."

Spencer sighed mournfully.

"Won't you say anything?" Ignacio asked.

"It's not her fault." He said softly. Ignacio felt like slamming his hard head against the metallic walls of

the elevator. How does he just let this slide? "I was away for a bit and he was there.."

"It's not your fault, it was only two days and she couldn't keep her legs closed. That says a lot about

your girlfriend."

"I hate him so much." Spencer growled. "I hope this shipment goes wrong.." he smirked.

"It's not his fault, Della is a whore!!" Ignacio pinpointed.

"Della is not a whore, he probably manipulated her." Spencer said softly.

"You're whipped, it's so disgusting.. more like obsessed. She will sleep with another man and you're

just going to sit still and smile.. idiot." Ignacio whispered the last part under his breath.

"Once I make her pregnant, she won't be spreading her legs for other men."

"Again with that bullshit."

"Why are you so negative.. you're supposed to be my bestfriend but lately all you bring to the table is

negativity.."

"Fine Spence." Ignacio smiled mockingly. "It's actually a good idea if this shipment goes wrong

because this is the most expensive one that we have sent across and Garreth would be really mad if it

went wrong. It's also a very good idea to make Della pregnant.."

"Whatever man." Spencer said getting out of the elevator leaving Ignacio behind.

"You still going to lunch with her?" Ignacio asked running after Spencer. His shoulder length hair

bouncing around. This made Spencer laugh..

"Dude, no homo but you need a proper hair cut.. no one will take you seriously looking like that and this

is why Garreth keeps you doing underground work."

Ignacio was hurt.

"You don't like my hair?" He asked now standing next to Spencer's car in the underground parking lot.

"It was kinda cool when we were twenty-one but.." Spencer shrugged, opening the drivers door to his

black Mercedes-Maybach Exelero which had cost $8 Million. It was a gift from Garreth on his last

birthday. He had just had it transported from Los Angeles so he could use it in New York. He seemed to

be enjoying it much more this side. He was planning to talk to Garreth about relocating. Maybe it was a

bit early because then-

Who would run the McCarthy Real estate branch back in LA?

"But what?" Ignacio questioned.

"The fact that you were able to befriend Andre's little brother just tells you that. This look is definitely..

for people around his age group."

"I don't want to wear suits all day like you."

"It wouldn't be such a bad idea. I have to go.." Not even giving him a chance to reply as he closed the

door shut and driving off. Ignacio felt angry, Spencer was an idiot, he had always been the smart one

but now he was just acting stupid. Ignacio wouldn't let this slide, Della was a threat because Spencer

had never been so infatuated by a women before..

She had to go.

-?

"Andre bébé je vous ai manqué.."

Andre could always recognize that voice from anywhere not only because of the nickname that she

always had for him ever since they were kids.

"Marcelle?" Andre stood up from his seat to hug her. He hadn't seen her ever since he last traveled to

his home back in France.

Marcelle Le Sueur.

A very good friend of Andre. They had went to the same prestigious school back in Lyon even though

she was in sixth grade, when he was already in Senior year.

She was mixed race. Her father being a Congolese French and her mother being a Caucasian French.

She had green eyes, a fair light complexion and curly hair. She was very beautiful.

"What are you doing here?" Andre asked her.

"You're looking at the new face of Sephora." She gave him a grin.

"Woah congrats Marcelle!" Andre said in an excited tone.

"Merci."

She had always swooned over Andre. He was one fine man. From high school crush till now she still

dreamt of him. She remembered how she had cried herself to sleep when he told her that he had

decided to study in the USA. She didn't want him to go or to be far away from him. Andre always saw Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

her as a little girl who had a crush on him. She adored everything he did, even if he walked or merely

breathed.. she would always be there giving him an applause and forcing everyone to give it as well.

"Oooh Andre, tu es plus beau."?She complimented him implying that he looked even more handsome.

Andre was fluttered. She always gave him compliments.

"Merci."?He said giving her a small smile.

"Andre.. I'm grown now." She let out of the blue. "The last time you told me that I needed to grow up

then you would consider giving me a chance. Then you broke my heart by going off to get married. It

didn't work out this was fate, Andre don't you see it."

Andre remembered that day when she had planned to give him her virginity. She was merely sixteen

and he was twenty-three at the time. He was beyond flabbergasted when he found her dressed

inappropriately waiting for him in his room after an event had been held by his mother in their mansion

in Lyon, France.

"Marcelle.." He was going to tell her no and she knew it.

"Please don't reject me Andre, I have waited all my life to be with you. I'm willing to take your son as

my own. I'm willing if you just give me a chance. Just one date even just a one month trial. I'm not

going to hate on your ex-wife or your son. I just want to make you make and you have always made me

happy."

This was too much for Andre to process.

"Je t'aime Andre, you're the only man for me."?She pleaded.

"Uh-"

"Please Andre? Just one date, I swear I have matured. Please-"

"You should be swooning over Luc not me, he is your age group."

"I want you Andre, wouldn't you want me to call you daddy in the bedroom. Our age makes everything

even more enticing.."

Andre shook his head.

"I thought you said you had matured?" Andre crossed his arms against his chest giving her a solemn

expression.

"I have.." she protested.

"Then what are you on about? Marcelle you're young and beautiful. You deserve more, it's time you got

over this obsession."

"Andre please.." She pleaded. "Just one date for you to see how much I have grown and matured.."

Andre just wanted her out of his face.

"Oui."?He said hoping he wouldn't regret it. He just wanted her off his back. "I'm not dating you, just

friends until I change my mind."

He was lying.

He didn't want her.

He would never give her a chance.

"Really oh my goodness,?bébé."?She jumped off her seat to hug, Andre who only seemed

uncomfortable. His thoughts went back to Adela. He yearned for her and her love. She was the only

women he desired.?