Judas kiss

Chapter 59 - Did you beat my mom?

Leo watched his parents come down the stairs as he sat in the dining area. Lyle was talking about

something but he didn't seem focused on that. He was curious, as he watched his father playfully push

his mother against the wall. They... k-kissed before his mother pushed him away. Leo blinked twice,

what was actually going on? When they finally joined the table, his mom was wearing his dad's

morning gown while his dad was already dressed for work. Leo opened his eyes wide when he saw

multiple red marks on his mom's neck.

"Did you beat my mom?" Leo asked Andre who seemed flabbergasted.

"No, I wouldn't do that." not ever again, he added in his head.

"So what happened to her neck..?" Leo asked innocently.

Lyle immediately burst out laughing.

"It's called a hick—" Lyle couldn't finish his sentence.

"Lyyyle.." Della said giving him a warning look. Lyle was thirteen ofcourse he knew all these things but

she just wasn't ready for Leo to know that. Yes, he knew how babies were made but he was still very

oblivious to the concept and how intimacy worked.

"What happened is daddy just missed mommy so much that he kissed her really hard.." Andre

explained, watching Della's cheeks slowly tint with embarrassment.

"You still hurt her..?" Leo said softly.

"No, it's not painful at all Leo." Della gave his son a genuine smile but with his somber blue eyes, he

just seemed so concerned. It brought warmth in her heart that her son cared that much about her and

was super overprotective of her even from his own father.

"Dad also has one.." Leo said. "You must have really missed each other.."

They had breakfast until Albane had came to drop the boys off at school. They didn't go to the same

school and it was a good thing Lyle didn't wear any uniform to school. This was—

How it used to be.

Before the kids obviously.

Della would always come downstairs and make breakfast while Andre was in the shower. As soon as

Andre would come down, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself as a result Andre was

always late and his mother would be raging with anger. Jeanine wasn't mad because her son was late.

She was mad only because he was busy with that poverty stricken girl. Even though they were married

at the time, Jeanine enjoyed embarrassing Della and making her feel unworthy. Like the time when

Jeanine invited Della to go with her to New York fashion week, Della didn't want to but after Andre

spoke to her saying maybe she could finally form a bond with his mother.. she did to make him happy.

Jeanine had intended to make Della look beyond hideous, she gave her last seasons outfit but to her

surprise. Instead of the fashion world shunning Della and her outfit, they praised her. This made

Jeanine absolutely? indignant.

"No, Andre.. go already." Della giggled when Andre could stop kissing her everywhere.

"Not when you have nothing under that gown.." Andre groaned pulling her close as she sat on the

kitchen counter, parting her legs by standing in between them.

"You act like a starved caveman.." Della said kissing him back as she ran her finger through his hair.

She always loved doing that. For a moment they stopped kissing and just stared at each other. Della

couldn't help but notice that when they had met, he had the bluest eyes but now they had a shade of

grey.

It amazed her.

"I act starved because I know you might never come back to me or you might wake up hating me

tomorrow so..."

"I don't hate you.." She said softly.

"Well you don't make it look that way.." He chuckled but hurt was evident in his voice.

"You make me mad sometimes.." She admitted, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

"Sometimes but not all the time.. and that time is right now." He smirked connecting his lips with hers.

They were soft and they could both taste the mint from having brushed their teeth. Andre untied the

morning gown as he immediately devoured her perky breasts, her nipples were already hard. He

slipped his index finger in between her parted legs.. she was already moist for him.

"Y-you are? going to be late.." Della moaned in Andre ear right after he had touched her vulva. She felt

she needed more him.

"Fuck work, I have been doing enough of that." Andre said adamantly allowing Della to unbuckle with

belt, unbutton the top and unzip. As they kissed Della let her hand slip into his briefs feeling hard he

already was, his tip filled with Pre-cum. He groaned in between the kisses when her warm soft hand

held his member with some type of authority. Their kisses became needy and cut short when Andre

lifted Della off the counter and walked over to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he

pressed her against the wall. Rubbing his bare self on her open and inviting warmth. She wrapped her

arms around his shoulders scared to fall but Andre would let her fall, as he traced her curves and her

ass, squeezing it from time to time which only made Della moan with need.

Finally Andre positioned himself as he pressed her onto the wall. Immediately sliding into her warmth

slowly. Della let out a cry, she wasn't expecting it and it made her stomach flip. The feel of having him

pulsing inside her. He didn't move as they shared soft kisses while entwined. He was aware that, Della

still needed to adjust to him because spending all those years alone and untouched was a big change

and to now being sexually active.

When Andre started moving, they both moaned. He pressed her against the wall as he slammed into

her. She let out whimpers as he devoured her. They were lost in their own moment—

"Andre—" They both heard a familiar voice. Andre didn't stop but Della felt immediately embarrassed

as she was the one facing Jeanine as her son pummeled into her. She tried to seem unaffected.

"A-Andre.." she whispered. "Y-your mom. Put me down.." She said clearly embarrassed. Andre didn't

care as he was fully dressed in a black Armani suit and the thing out was his dick and in their position,

he fully covered Della's nakedness.

Jeanine was utterly shocked at her son's behavior.

"A-Andre.." Della moaned but wanted to complain as she was the one facing Jeanine's scrutinizing

face and Jeanine wasn't alone, Marcelle was there as well.

"Andre you cheating bastard!!" Marcelle yelled making Andre stop but still managed to keep Della in

place.

"Jeanine and Marcelle do you mind waiting for us in the living room. You found us busy and we're not

going to stop because of you two. Respect that I'm with my wife and you can't just come in my house

and expect me to stop paying attention to her only because you decided to arrive unannounced." Andre

said in a bored tone.

"Andre put me down." Della said in a low tone, she couldn't hide her shame. She felt beyond

embarrassed.

"You stu-" Marcela was cut off by Jeanine.

"He is right, we should leave.." Jeanine said clearly embarrassed at the scene as well.

"But—"

"Marcelle just respect him and his wife okay?" Jeanine added pulling Marcela with her. Della didn't

understand why she was all of a sudden nice to her. Isn't this the woman that Jeanine always talked

about? The one who was supposed to be with Andre because their families had strong ties.

They had clicking of high heels signaling their departure.

"Now where were we?" Andre smirked but Della didn't seem happy.

"I have to go Andre.. put me down right now." She said in a serious tone.

And he did.

She quickly tied the gown.

Andre didn't know what he had done now.

"What's wrong?" He asked her as her decided to painfully out back his rigid standing member in his

pants.

"Nothing it's just.. I feel bad. I'm here having sex with you while Garreth is probably seated with my

mother and he hasn't ate or had any sleep." She paused. "What will happen if she doesn't wake up?

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"It's okay Della, we could adopt him and be his legal guardian."

"Really?" Della turned to look at Andre who nodded.

"You really won't mind?" She asked.

"As long as it makes you happy then I'm happy."

Della hugged him with no intention of letting him go. He hugged her back, she filled him with warmth. It

was comfortable and peaceful.

She didn't know what gave her the comfort to immediately say what she said next.

"Spencer tried to rape me."

Andre immediately pulled away from her.

"What?" Andre questioned, trying to keep his anger at bay.

"Please don't do anything stupid—" She pleaded when almost immediately when he aimed for the wall

but he didn't. He kept his anger at bay not wanting to scare Della.

"I'm not going to promise anything." Andre said clearly fuming. "Was it the day when you told me you

loved me?" He asked with softness in his voice.

"I just realized, I couldn't lie to myself anymore."

"I won't ever allow you to be alone with him again." Andre said firmly.

"That will just make him mad.." Della the went on tell him about how he had threatened the life of

Garreth and Andre.

"I already know about that. There really isn't anything he can threaten you with at this point. So please

Della leave him—" He persuaded. She seemed hesitant.

"I can't even trust that you will okay alone at your apartment.. how about we fetch your clothes and you

sleep over here for a few days.." He wanted her to be safe but didn't want to seem as if he was forcing

her to move in with him.

"Honestly, I don't want to be alone either." She said letting Andre wrap his arms around her. They just

stood in each other's arms in silence..

"I'm already too late, might as well stay here with you." Andre teased.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't want you to so please stay with me." She replied.

"Let me just go change then we can go to the hospital and relieve Garreth." Andre said thoughtfully

giving Della a soft kiss on her lips. By now his hard on had deflated just at the thought of Spencer

forcing himself on Della. It made him feel beyond angry and he wouldn't be able to hold himself the

next time he saw Spencer. He wanted Della to go lay a charge, she just couldn't let him get away with

it.

As soon as Andre went to get a change of clothes. She felt somewhat relieved that she had been open

with him. Della was grateful for what she was beginning to build with Andre. They had an honest

relationship and they communicated well with each other. It wouldn't be right to call it a relationship but

she just appreciated him being with her and being there for her. Yes, they agreed to have a child

together. That only strengthened their bond together because they both yearned to have what they lost

when they were absent in each other's lives.

Mila had been trying to get ahold of her but Andre was being a distraction so she decided to tell her to

meet her at the hospital. Mila was experiencing the happiness she always yearned for and Della was

happy for her and didn't want to rain on her parade.

Her only hope was for Marcela to wake up.