Chapter 16 -- Dix-sept.


    The man with grey?almost white?hair held the her blonde hair in a tight grip, it looked really


    ufortable. He pummeled his length in her mouth, as he threw his head back in pleasure. The


    young petite blonde looked way too young for this rather senior man. He had no mercy nevertheless as


    he continued diving his length in her mouth. Her eyes showed distaste and dejection but he certainly


    wasn''t doing it against her will. He pulled her hair again and she whimpered. "You want?the Mn


    fashion show casting?don''t you my dear Jenny? then take this dick like a good little slut." He growled.


    Jeanine Levetté shut herptop with so much force the screen just might have shuttered. Her only


    thoughts were-


    her husband, Ben.


    Andre.


    Luc.


    the world.


    her reputation.


    Tears were visible on her already bloodshot eyes as she trembled for the phone. Garreth wasn''t picking


    up. He wanted to watch her suffer with anxiety. She was willingly to do anything for this to go away. She


    thought this would never haunt her again, it had been nearly decades. She didn''t be the person


    she is today from taking the long route. She did what she what to do! Not even her husband knew


    about her past.


    She hated De because she reminded her of her younger self. Ad McCarthy probably sucked her


    son''s dick, to get him to marry her impecunious self. Jeanine was not born in riches, she worked for


    everything she had. Jeanine wouldn''t allow her son to be fooled by De. She saw right through her


    and she needed to show her son and the world what kind of a person De is. She pretended to act


    innocent, she put on a poker face but Jeanine unmasked her. Jeanine thought proudly. De was of her


    kind, disgusting desperate girls who would do anything to escape the ws of poverty.


    Garreth was probably going to make it an Inte sensation. No one would ever respect her again! Her


    family would never see her the same again. She wondered her Garreth got a hold of such a loathsome


    video. It had been years. She kept dialing his number until it finally went to voice mail signaling that


    bastard had switched his phone off.


    Her husband Benjamin Levetté entered their spacious bedroom with a smile on his face. It had been


    long since he smiled at her, it must have been good news. She quickly wiped off the tears but failed to


    look natural.


    "What''s wrong Jenny?" Ben asked as soon as he realized his wife didn''t look well, her makeup was a


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    mess.


    "I''m fine, it''s just i really hurt our son." Jeanine rep(lied).


    "Andre just needs time, he is a good man. As long as you apologize, I think everything will be okay


    from there oui?" He gave her a heartwarming smile as he sat on the side of theirrge king sized bed.


    This was what she loved about him. He was so kind and loving. Andre definitely took his father''s steps


    falling in love with a woman below his level.


    "Garreth called me earlier." Ben muttered.


    "WHAT DID HE WANT?" She panicked. "WHAT DID HE SAY?"


    "He has a proposal for us." Ben shrugged.


    "We are doing great." Jeanine spat, her eyes wide in disbelief.


    "You know sales in the UK haven''t been doing well, he offered to help with various investors that he


    knows of only on one condition." He sighed looking at his wife who seemed worried beyond anything.


    "WHAT?" She panicked. "TELL ME ALREADY!!"


    "He wants Andre to y at a distance from his daughter." Ben let out.


    "So my son is still infatuated with that poverty stricken girl?" Jeanine frowned." I will never understand


    how he could have any well groomed woman in his life and he still wants her." She sighed, a part of her


    was relieved that it wasn''t about her video, it wasn''t over though.


    "De is an amazing woman, honey." Ben added making his wife roll her eyes.


    "You are the father so talk to your son." She crossed her arms.


    "I''m not taking the deal Jenny, you or Garreth can try and stop them but all I know is no one has ever


    surpassed fate."


    Jeanine immediately scoffed at his pathetic response.


    "You kept them apart for six year, yes it worked but isn''t it a coincidence how they met again at our


    favorite hotel restaurant or how Andre met his son there?? Coincidence, i think not. They were clearly


    meant to be and nothing not even you or Garreth can put a stop to what''s about toe. Just ept it,


    your son fell the old version of yourself Jeanine." With that being said Ben left the room, Jeanine threw


    her water ss at the door clearly aimed at her husband but shattered onto the floor. What they both


    didn''t know was De wasn''t a younger version of Jeanine, she had a kind soul. She genuinely didn''t


    want anything from them. The only thing they shared inmon wasing from a poor background.


    -


    De was bing impatient, was Marc evening? She thought to herself. She really yed


    her again. She always get her hopes up for nothing, it was already over an hour since De''s departure


    from Leith. Her son would be home anytime soon, Marc is really-


    De heard knock on the door then immediately dumped her thoughts away. She quickly went to open


    it, she was shaking for some reason. It must be excitement or rather anxiousness. This had been the


    very first time her mother showed that she cared even though it was allegations about her father being


    a bad person. Her mother had driven all the way from the other side of New York just to see her. This


    had to be important or maybe this was Marc being well what can she say?Marc.


    "De..." Marc stood there, her brown hazel eyes glimmered around the room for a few seconds


    before they finally set on her daughter.


    "Marc?" De mumbled, she didn''t know if this was the part where normal people hugged but


    instead Marc pushed De aside and got inside. De finally came out of her gaze and closed the


    door. Marc nced around her daughters apartment, a look of disgust couldn''t help but surface on


    her facial features. Ad''s home was beautiful, the outside might have been deceiving but that''s New


    York. The inside was very homely and lovely. There were two bedrooms, arger dining room, kitchen


    and a spacious balcony that had a beautiful view of New York especially at night. De was proud of


    everything she had archived even if people didn''t see it that way.


    "A couple of boys almost grabbed my Gi bag, how do you live in such a ce Ad?" Marc said


    ncing around.


    ''At least i work for everything that i have unlike others who marry rich man and depend on them.''?De


    thought to herself. Her mother looked different rather very elegant aspared to her slutty clothing


    she used to wear before she got married.


    "Marc, I''m sure you didn''te here to discuss how I live because you don''t care." De retorted.


    "Although I don''t act like it, i care about your well being." Marc shook her head in disbelief this made


    Deugh hysterically.


    "I believe you." De said sardonically.


    "I thought since you found your rich father, you would be well off..." Marc said setting her bag down


    as she took a seat on the couch.


    "Just say what you want to say and leave?" De sighed.


    "He is not a good man Ad." She whispered as if someone was watching her.


    "Leo is not here if that''s what you are thinking..."


    Marc was being paranoid.


    "Garreth is the devil." She whispered again. "Is that why you hate me because my father is the devil."


    "No, I don''t hate you." Marc shook her head.


    "Tell me more lies." De scoffed crossing her arms.


    "I-" Marc didn''t know what to say either.


    "I have said what I want to say and I''ll be on my way. If you I were you, i would stay away from him."


    She stood up and grabbed her bag.


    "Well unfortunately I''m not you." De retorted.


    "You are stubborn just like him." Marc growled with frustration. "I can''t-" she was interrupted by a


    knock on the door. Without any warning the door flipped open revealing her son and her ex-husband.


    "Mommy we went go carting." Leo said racing into his mother''s arms.


    "Really? That must have been fun." She replied in an excited tone. Her eyes went onto Andre who


    stared at her with a different look. She felt ufortable under his gaze.


    "Mommy who is this?" Leo asked anxiously, Andre knew exactly who she was. He was just surprised


    that De was in contact with her mother, it had never been that way before. Marc didn''t even attend


    her daughters wedding neither did she approve of their rtionship.


    "Uhm this is-" De was interrupted by her mother''s squeaky voice.


    "I''m your mother''s friend, you must be Leo." Marc faked a smile.


    "Oh, okay." Leo hesitated for a moment. "Go change your uniform then, I can make you something to


    eat." De instructed her little boy, who smiled and ran to his room. He was so obedient when he


    wanted to be but a rascal most of the time.


    "Andre, thanks for picking him up." De let out.


    "No problem." He gave her a heartwarming dimpled smile.


    Marc was taking in what was happening in her presence, were they stealing nces from each


    other? Would they ever get over each other..? Marc was annoyed because this is exactly how they


    had been many years back.


    "I knew this marriage wouldn''t amount to anything." Marc piped. "Did you listen to me Ad? No


    you were stubborn as a mule."


    De felt beyond embarrassed, something about her mother''s blunt attitude always made he think she


    was drunk.


    "Te amo Andre, Te amo Andre...?everyday that''s what you sang." Sheughed. "He made you


    pregnant and left you. To think you actually kept your viginity for him which you could have given to that


    rich gang leader who was obsessed with you and wanted to marry you and make you his queen."


    "Marc shut up!" Andre said out of anger. He knew about Diablo, the gang leader who had his eyes


    set on Ad, Marc couldn''t wait to sell her daughter the second he said it.


    "Marc, i think you should leave and like I said I won''t bother you and you shouldn''t bother me as


    well. Just leave me alone and let me be. You have caused me enough grief." De said calmly trying to


    keep her emotions from ying with her.


    "You can disrespect me that''s fine but don''t ever talk to De like that because trust me I will end you,


    Marc." Andre clenched his jaw running his hand through his blonde locks. Ad''s heart skipped a


    beat, he looked so heavenly and she hated feeling like this.


    "Fine, I''m leaving." Marc stormed out, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She banged the door on


    her way out leaving Andre and De all alone and stunned.


    "Are you okay?" Andre wrapped his arms around her out of instinct. He missed having this petite body


    in his arms. He hugged her from the back and she didn''t pull away.


    She could feel Andre''s heart beat behind her, she felt at home. This is why she didn''t want to have any


    skin contact with him. Weird things always happened. Their breathing picked up, Andre couldn''t help


    himself, her skin was so smooth and smelt so heavenly. Heid an innocent kiss on her neck. "I know i


    did you wrong, this is all my fault." He said in a husky voice, his lips were so close to her earlobe.


    Andre knew that if he didn''t pull away from her, he would do something that he would regret. He had


    been with so many women but it felt like he hadn''t been satisfied for over six good years.


    "I''m fine, it''s okay Marc will always be like that." She whispered. He held onto to her as if he didn''t


    want to ever let go.


    "You deserve the world, Ad." Heid another kiss on her neck, heid her ck silky hair to one side


    so he couldy soft kisses on her neck. She shivered. Everytime heid a kiss she felt like a struck of


    lightning had hit one on that little spot.


    "Uhm Andre, we should probably—" Her sentence was cut off by a moan.


    "Mommy?" Leo yelled from his room. De immediately pulled away from Andre as if she was scared


    of being caught, as if Leo was the parent and they were teenagers being sneaky. It was wrong, she


    thought.


    "Andre, please don''t ever do that again. It''s wrong." She said in a hurry but he gave her a smirk.


    "Then why does it feel so right?" He smirked.


    "It feels wrong, there''s nothing right or good about this. Please don''t ever touch me, please I''m begging


    you!" She whispered yelled so her son couldn''t hear it.


    "SWEETIE, I WILL BE THERE RIGHT NOW." She yelled for Leo to hear.


    "Ad you can''t deny what we have, you will be Mrs. Levetté again, i promise you." He chuckled lightly,


    De thought he looked handsome, so handsome but he was wrong.


    She would never allow herself to be a puppet of none existent love.