Chapter 31 - My son is not a bully.
"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 theyfortably sat down. The woman wore a grey skirt with a
matching zer. Wrinkled skin indicating her being in her old age. She had her spectacles right below
her nose making her a tad bit intimidating to De, Andre wasn''t even concussed he just wanted to
know why they had been called there and a bigger part of him was d that he got to see Ad; 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 stered 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 ck president of the USA, Obama. She was quite an admirable
being of course this was the Principal of Roosevelt International Private school.
"Thank you foring 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 Ad 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 Ad 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 exined and De 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 woulde to
school and shoot anyone who disrespected him." She added making De''s mouth to even fall agape.
Andre sat there ufortably 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 !" De 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." Ad 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 toe to school because they fear your son." Mrs. Gordon added nonchntly.
"My son is not a bully!!" Ad was now clearly fuming but Andre took this opportunity to hold her hand
softly she calmed down. She had always foundfort in him once upon a time, she didn''t flinch, he
was d.
"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." De yelled.
"Ms. McCarthy calm down." Ms. Gordon said in a rxed tone. "If this is the sort of environment your
son is ustomed 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 rxed in his seat and kept Ad calm by rubbing soft circles on Ad''s hand with his thumb. It
always soothed her more than?soothe it made her all hot and bothered.
"When your son was epted into RPS, we had an interview with you about his living state as well as
your rtionship 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 ce 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 Ad''s hand a squeeze.
"He needs therapy." The principal said quickly.
"Excuse me?" De sneered with disgust.
"He needs to talk to someone and I need to have a report on my desk from his therapist so I won''t
issue him a suspension letter. There are many schools around unfortunately not as good as ours." She
said arrogantly.
"Consider it done, Leo will have a personal therapist right in his home." Andre said clearing his throat.
"In Brooklyn?" She raised her eyebrow.
"No, i will have you know that Leondre deserves to stay in this school as much as any other kids here.
His mother works twice as hard so that he can be here and he is a Levetté. Leondrees from a very
respectable home. I wouldn''t want my mother or father putting any bad publicity on your school.
Imagine the headlines, Racism upon Latino women from the so called Roosevelt International Private
school." Andre added the principal flinched in her seat.
"What are you implying Mr. Levetté ?" She said rolling her eyes.
"Nothing, I''m just saying kicking my son out of this school for petty usations isn''t going to do you
any good." He smirked. Ad rxed she felt relieved that Andre had it under control. People always
judged her because she was Latino before she even said a word.
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"You need to speak to your father." Andre said almost a whisper. His eyes had been focused on the
road, she was focused on the images the passed them as the car went at a certain speed. Alot was on
her mind.
"It''s not entirely his fault." De replied turning to at her ex-husband who gave her a short nce
before turning his eyes back on the road.
"Fine, i will speak to him then-" Andre said nonchntly.
"My father is not the influence that Leo has. You are one of them and Luc, don''t act like you don''t watch
action movies around him because I never do that!" De grumbled.
"That was only once okay? Besides your father is creepy." Andre muttered.
"Andre, what''s wrong with you? If there is anyone who is a threat towards me or my son... it''s your
mother!"
"That''s why I cut all ties with her, but your father on the other hand is just shady. 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 getnd in Africa during colonialism or what?" Andre ranted.
"I don''t know, you should ask him yourself!" She said bitterly crossing her arms.
"Don''t be mad?mon coeur,?I was kidding." He smirked.
"Whatever, i just want to get home." She grumbled, Andre had specifically taken the long route just saw
he could have more time with her. They hardly saw each other anymore and after theirst encounter,
he couldn''t get her off his mind. He was d had could still make her feel the way he did that day. The
radio was ying lowly, the next song that came on startled both of them but a small smile made its
way on Andre''s lips.
"I''ll always look back as?I?walk away."
"This memory willst for eternity and all of our sins will be lost in the rain-"
"When?I?find my way back, into your arms again..."
"But until that day you know you are, the Queen of my heart."
"The queen of heart."
"Our wedding song." Andre muttered, De blushed as the song by Westlife yed. She didn''t know
what to say but above all it seemed like fate was ying tricks with her. She remembered their first
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 Fn to sing this song on their wedding. She
almost cried, everyone was in awe. De even got the opportunity to talk to Shane Fn who once was
the lead singer of Westlife. Brian McFadden recorded a video that was yed at the reception where
he congratted the couple and wished them the best in their marriage while also apologizing for the
fact that he couldn''t make it. Surely it was the best gift anyone could have ever given her, her husband
did this and in that moment she knew this was the man she wanted to share her dreams with.
"Yeah." She replied letting out a sigh.
"You are the Queen of my heart."
"No matter how?many?years it takes."
"I would do it all for you."
"The Queen of my heart."
Awkward silence embraced the moment 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 hard to restore her trust.
"I will speak to my father about this." 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 her made her heart tter savagely.
"Okay, mon amour." He said softly letting his hand run circles on her. She felt herself clench her vaginal
walls just at the contact.
"Uhm yeah-" She said avoiding eye contact but most of her she was shot of words. He gave her a
heart-warming smile, which made her heart do somersaults. He licked his lower lip.
"I should go." She said diffidently. His blue orbs fluttered at her as he acknowledged what she had just
said. A part of her didn''t want to leave the car, a part of her felt thirst for him. It was 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 mas in a trance. His hand moved to
her thigh initiating the first move. She quietly moaned at the action. It wouldn''t be the first time they had
sex in the car, they looked at each other with hunger. De was frustrated, with everything going on
around her.
"De,e here." Andre muttered so much as amand indicating that she must move over to his
seat. At that money De knew she had to make a choice. It was surely one she would regret because
at that moment lust was the only thing on her mind but most of all it felt right to both of them.
"Don''t make me hit the steering wheel like-" She giggled as she removed her seat belt. "I know, i know
just like in Venice." He smiled pulling her towards him, shefortably straddled him. He pulled his
seat down, they both knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment it would either ruin them
and make whatever they once shared much stronger.
"And Paris…" She added as he pressed his lips on hers.
He smiled pulling her towards him, shefortably straddled him. He pulled his seat down, they both
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knew exactly what they were about to do in this moment would either ruin them and make whatever
they once shared much stronger.
"And Munich." She added as he pressed his lips on hers.
De put her legs on either 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. De wasn''t thinking straight all she
knew was that she needed a goody from her ex husband. She was about to put her hands in his
boxers when there was an audible knock from the window.
"Fuck." Andre cursed as he brought his lips on her again while holding her hips firmly against him. The
person persisted again. They couldn''t quite see who it was but it looked like a tall figure in ck. It was
already dark and it wouldn''t be safe to just open the door.
"Andre-" De moaned when he bit on her lower lip.
"Ad McCarthy." The person yelled still knocking on the window.
"For fucks sake." Andre growled breaking away from De.
Her cheeks flushed, clearly embarrassed that someone had been watching them and still was so she
lowered her dress and went back in her seat. She fixed her hair and sat steadily trying to look normal.
Andre lowered the drivers window only to review his father in low.
"Oh, i thought that was you." Garreth chuckled. Andre rolled his eyes then looked back to De giving
her the ''I told you, your dad was a weirdo'' look.
"Dad…" De frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Leo and I were justing from the hotel when he told me that this car looked like his dad''s car so I
told him to run up to the apartment... not wanting him to see his parents doing the Frick frank and
acting like immature teenagers." Garreth said thoughtfully.
"Oh yeah, did you also tell him that you would snap someone''s head?" Andre asked sarcastically.
"I will speak to him." Deid her hand on Andre''s to calm him down. "Thanks for the ride." She said
exiting the car. Andre didn''t say any other word.
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"Leo almost got suspended." De told her father.
"What are you trying to say? That am not a good boy ?" He questioned crossing his arms.
"What?" De said clearly confused. "Are you trying to say that I''m not a good boy?" Garreth said
crossing his arms.
"You are acting really immature right now." De said idly walking away.
"Answer my question Ad!!" Garreth yelled.
"You need to stop telling my son inappropriate things otherwise it''s best if you don''t see him." De said
without a second thought. Garreth was fuming with anger.
"I thought Spencer said you thought I was a good boy?" Garreth said with a shrill.
"Spencer?" Ad questioned.
"I''M A GOOD BOY." Garreth yelled.
"Leo is in his room right now, you are just making unnecessary ruckus." Ad said walking away from
him while removing her ear rings
"NO NO NO NO NO, DON''T WALK AWAY FROM ME. I AM A GOOD BOY. I AM A GOOD BOY."
Garreth yelled closing his ears. De looked at him in disbelief, what the hell was he doin? That''s when
Leo came out giving his mom a look of assurance.
"Mom, just tell him he is a good boy." Leo said walking away to the kitchen, grabbing orange juice.
"What?" De gulped.
"Grandpa is kind of not okay." Leo whispered. "Just tell him."
"Uhm Dad you-" she paused looking at Leo to make sure she was saying the right thing. "You are a
good boy."
"REALLY?" Garreth asked seeming to calm down.
"Yes." Leo added. His mother was still trying to understand what was going on.
"Uhm-" De stopped. "Dad, I will just need to tuck Leo in bed… give me a few minutes." She said
avoiding his gaze. "Why don''t you take a seat?" She said persuasively.
"Mom-" Leo whined.
"Let''s go Leo, it''s time for your bed time." De pulled Leo away.
"It''s friday and that means I have no bedtime!" Leo said as a matter of fact.
"LEO LET''S GO!" She said through gritted teeth.