Judas kiss

Chapter 54 - My love is enough for you and me.

Della looked at the gown that Spencer had sent her. It was written?'Alfred Sung strapless High/Low

satin twill ballgown'?It screamed extravagant. It was was elegantly fine, with the dark maroon color.

"Atleast you're happy with your date.." Della sighed as she looked at her face on the mirror. She was

glad the hired makeup artist had managed to hide her eyes bags. All the crying that she had been

doing wasn't helping.

"Yeah Alfredo is really trying.." Mila smiled. "He told Garreth and everything will be okay.." Mila added

just to lighten up the mood but Della was still sad.

"I hope..? I don't regret this."

"You won't, Garreth knows exactly how to deal with his minion—" Mila said softly.

"I'm just not looking forward to seeing Andre; with another woman." Della admitted.

"He probably said that just to make you jealous.." Mila giggled but Della didn't. She looked absolutely

breathtaking with the red matte lipstick to match her maroon strapless dress. It outline and well defined

her beautiful white smile. Her eyes revealed all sorts of lugubriousness no matter how hard she tried to

cover it up.

"I hope so.." Della sighed. She wasn't worked up about the whole black tie yacht event. She hadn't

even tried on her dress to see if it fit her properly. All she wanted to do was stay home with her baby

and watch Hotel Transylvania; his favorite.

"Don't worry, alright? Garreth will put a stop to Spencer sooner than you think—"

She merely just gave Mila a small smile. Mila seemed excited already wearing Lulus convertible chiffon

gown. Snapping selfies of herself here and there. Della just sat next to her dress as it was still in its

packaging. She just sat in her morning gown. Looking miserable. Mila tried to cheer her up.. but it didn't

help. Mila was excited because these were her types of events. She lived for the spotlight and she was

just enjoying the perks of having something with a well off man even though they had not made

anything official. Mila jumped with joy when she saw a box of lavish chocolates right next to her gown

as it was being delivered by Alfredo's driver. He even had a make up artist come over at Della's

apartment as per Mila's request. Della just watched how happy her friend seemed. She didn't want to

ruin Mila's night with her problems. Mila had finally gotten all the things she had always wanted.. she

wanted a man who treated her well and knew how spoil.

She deserved every good thing, Alfredo was doing for her. She hadn't had that in a long time.

She asked Mila about how she felt about Alfredo's occupation. How she would deal with it all.. would

she go back to Mexico for his sake—

"We're not getting married Della.. relax." Mila quirked.

-

Ignacio rolled his eyes, for what seemed like the tenth time. 'Della this, Della that. Can't that bitch just

die already..'?Ignacio thought to himself as he handed Spencer back his little black box that contained

a platinum round cut diamond solitaire ring with side diamonds.

"It's nice." Ignacio shrugged.

"Just nice?" Spencer questioned.

"Yeah just nice, it's cute." Ignacio said ignorantly taping and swiping on his phone. That annoying kid

Luc kept bothering him.

'Dude, I'm not anyone's boyfriend; I'm not gay or bi either. I don't have any label and that's that.

Relationships? I don't roll like that. You're a good kid. Good luck finding a date, no bad blood.' Ignacio.

He shrugged once more watching Spencer put on his clean white dress shirt that perfectly defined his

body structure. He looked at Spencer dreamily..

Spencer turned to look at him when he was doing his last top button.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Spencer questioned curiously.

"Dude yeah.. what gave you that idea." Ignacio cleared his throat.

"Nothing, it's just that you have been staring into space.." Spencer turned back to face the mirror.

Ignacio could help but admire his back side as well. His well defined buns, from all the leg work outs

that Spencer did every morning at the gym. Ignacio couldn't compare his skinny lean body to Spencer.. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

sometimes he would just go to the gym to watch Spencer work out while he pretended to busy himself.

It was more rewarding because Spencer always walked butt naked in front of his supposed friend in

any case.

"Nah, I'm just thinking about the fact that you're getting married—" Ignacio said in a snazzy tone. A lot

of distaste and anger hidden beneath it.

"Crazy right..?!" Spencer chuckled.

"Super." Ignacio replied with absolutely no enthusiasm in his tone. "How did you propose?"

"I didn't." Spencer responded with ease.

"So—" Ignacio questioned.

"My love is enough for the both of us." Spencer said with a smug look.

So is ours.?Ignacio thought to himself.

"You know that guy from the cafe down the road Central Park?" Ignacio said softly.

"Yeah.. kinda—" Spencer took a long breath.

"I think he has a thing for you." Ignacio chuckled making it sound like a joke but Spencer's demeanor

immediately changed.

"That?faggot?better stay the far fuck away from me." He let out a homophobic slur.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ignacio questioned with a serious face.

"Dude, they can be gay and shit. I don't give a fuck but just far away from me."

Ignacio laughed muttering. "Crazy.." but it hurt. It hurt much more that he was planning to get married

to Della. It hurt that he might even have a friendship with Spencer if he ever found out. It seemed

Spencer was very homophobic, he had nothing good to say about that community and that really hurt

Ignacio. He wished if only Della could die before ever getting Spencer. If he couldn't have Spencer then

no one would.?

-

Andre couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier at the office. Garreth McCarthy had paid

him a visit. He wasn't expecting it, that was far from his expectations. Garreth has always expressed

his grieve and hatred for Andre. It just surprised him how he came in such a calm manor and showed

mutual respect for Andre which he had never had before.

"Garreth if you're here to warn me about your daughter.. please—" Andre was cut off.

"Actually the opposite." Garreth gave a stern reply before sitting down. Andre was angry at his

assistant for not even warning him of Garreth's arrivals isn't that her job. Andre didn't want to give away

the fact that he knows about the shipping—

"I know that you know.." Garreth said calmly setting his foot on top of the other.

"Excuse me?" Andre replied.

"I'm going to make a second shipment and I have already drawn up everything with my lawyers and it's

all written in Spencer's name.." Garreth said calmly composed. Andre was shocked by his bluntness.

"But why?" Andre questioned.

"For now it's none of your concern but I just want to deal with Spencer. Death will be an easy way out

for what I have planned for him." Garreth said the last part under his breath. It made Andre have

goosebumps, the way this man talked about death as if it was a norm. Of course it was but not when

you have so much blood on your hands and living with the fact that you have killed someone. You have

ended someone's life.. someone who had family and friends who love them and were waiting for them

to come home but never did.

"Just make sure the shipping goes in place. My lawyers will send in the portfolio, this will be the last

shipping your company ever does?with us.."

Andre was confused.

"You want Spencer to take all the blame for every mule that will be found on the terminal?" He

questioned.

"That's after I make sure he spends weeks in a hospital bed.." Garreth said maliciously.

"But why?" Andre questioned still confused.

"You just need to focus on making my daughter happy and my grandson. They're the most important

people in my life. I might not come out of this alive because I'm well aware that Spencer won't back out

without a fight. I created this little monster that I now have to fight..." Garreth said still calm. "If

something happens to me Andre.. just take care of Della and Leo. Nothing absolutely nothing on this

earth would bring me fulfillment."

"You're not making sense—" Andre added.

"Just promise you will!!" Garreth practically barked at Andre, he was startled. He didn't expect it.

"Fine, ofcourse I will. They're my family, even if you hadn't asked me to." Andre said.

"Good." Garreth gave him a pat on the shoulder like a dog. Andre was still confused, Garreth spoke as

if he was going to commit suicide. "Watch your back." Garreth said lastly before leaving. It left Andre

with a lot to think about. Marcela wasn't helping.. ever since she had been having problems with her

husband, she refrained from talking to anyone related or in relation with her daughter. Marcela thought

it was for the best to distance herself for a bit from everything. Reason being why she had blocked all

of Andre's phone calls. Especially since he needed her help.

"Andre, you're not even dressed yet.." Marcelle interrupted his thoughts.

"I will probably wear the same suit.. nothing special about a black tie event." Andre shrugged.

"Are you missing something?" Marcelle seductively strolled over to him.

"Missing what?" He asked her.

She was hurt because he had not even noticed her lace dress that revealed a sexy amount of cleavage

and the revealing sides that suggested that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

Andre hadn't noticed.

He hadn't noticed the fact that she straight her curls and had her eyebrows and eye lashes done. Not

to mention her manicure to match the dress.

Marcelle did a twirl in front of Andre trying to make him notice by himself.

"Nice earrings." Andre said walking away. Truthfully speaking he had only noticed the ratings because

they grabbed so much attention with the sparkle in them. Surely it was real diamond. Andre was

surprised that she went all out when all he was going to do was wear a suit that he has owned for more

than two years.. Andre decided to wear his wedding tux. It was still new just like yesterday when he

watched her walk down the aisle. Occasionally he wore his wedding tux just to somehow feel the

excitement that he felt the night before getting married and as he stood there waiting to see her. It was

indeed one of the best moments in his life. He remembered bickering with his mom about the suit.

Jeanine as always had picked out a designer suit even though he had continuously told her that; Adela

and himself wanted something simple.

This suit meant so much to him because for the first time, he rebelled against his mom. On the morning

of the wedding, he had Danny pick out his original simple suit and the custom designer suit that his

mom had picked out for him stayed untouched in its place. He had told Adela to do the same thing.. to

wear the dress of her choice and leave the one his mother had picture out for her.

At the wedding Jeanine almost had a heart attack. Andre shook his head thinking about it, a smile on

his lips. That was until he realized she would soon forget about that wedding because she had an

upcoming one.

As he was about to button his blazer.

He saw a stain inside on the right inside pocket were the brand name was written right next to the

inside pocket. Della had messed that part with red wine. She couldn't stop laughing—

They were so happy. He thought to himself.

"That suit has even lost its color. You can't wear that.." Marcelle had abruptly opened what was once

Della and Andre's bedroom.

"I'm wearing it." Andre said in a serious tone.

"Andre you can afford a new suit and you want to go in that.." Marcelle couldn't hide the

embarrassment that she felt.

"You can always pretend you don't know me.." Andre gave a dry joke which sent Marcelle off the edge.

"It was cute when you would make those jokes but now it's just stupid. You're stupid Andre.." Marcelle

let out.

"Woah thanks." Andre shrugged.

"You never care about anything I have to say, it's as if my opinion doesn't matter to you. How will we

have a relationship when you never take me seriously Andre?" Marcelle yelled out her frustrations.

"You're a little girl, Marcelle. I will never take you seriously." Andre responded putting on his Rolex.

Marcelle composed herself.

"I love you regardless." She said softly. "I will wait for you downstairs."

Andre shrugged, he didn't care. Even if she left he wouldn't care.