Judas kiss

Chapter 14 -- Quinze.

"Mr. Levetté your mother would like to speak to you?" Andre heard his personal assistant Norah say

from the other end of the landline.

"Tell her I'm very busy." He exclaimed immediately ending the call before he knew it, his mother had

barged in anyways. He didn't care, he just didn't want to see her or talk to her. He wasn't ready to

accept what she did, it was still something for him to process.

"Mama!!" Andre growled at his mother who looked quite pleased with herself.

"You keep acting a child and avoiding me and I'm not one to play cat and mouse." She adroitly made

her way to the leather couch on the other side of the office.

"Come on, sit down." Jeanine gave the opposite leather couch a pat, indicating he should sit. Andre felt

like a twelve year old again, about to get a lecture only this time ;he would be giving the lecture. He

heaved a sigh as he made his way to where his mother was now sat, without any infamy.

"I see you have went running back to your little wife." Jeanine spat coldly, Andre had meant to be civil

with her but it wasn't the case anymore. He had let all his respect for his mother fly out the window.

"Indécent corrompu."?Andre muttered under his breath, leaving his mother stunned. "Jeanine get out!"

He said clearly frustrated running his hands through his blonde hair. He was sick and tired of her.

"Excusez moi." Jeanine let out a emphatic gasp..

"Jeanine, i said get out. I have been avoiding this for so long but I can't do it anymore. I don't want you

in my life, I don't want you anywhere near my son and my wife- i mean Adela. If you at least had the

decency to apologize then I wouldn't be doing this right now." Andre tried to say calmly but with the

anger that he had bottled up, it all came out in a spur of the moment. In her entire life, Jeanine had

never been this disrespected, her own son called her by her first name. It was a huge abomination.

"Apologize? Apologize?oui ?" She paused. "I clearly don't remember doing anything wrong." She said

without any remorse as she took a look at her manicured nails that had been done before this very

meeting.

Suddenly Andre walked towards his leather chair and grabbed his Armani Blazer and all his essentials

such as his phone and wallet.

"Andre, where are you going?" Jeanine abruptly stood up, almost being her son's height because of

her eight inch Louboutins. Andre didn't spare her a glance as he informed Albane to get the car ready

downstairs.

"ANDREEEE!!!" Jeanine growled. "ANDRE GET BACK HERE." She yelled but he only banged the

door in her face. "Stupid boy!"

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"Princess over here.." Garreth waved at his daughter in the hotel VIP lobby. Della was just about to

sign in for her shift when she was called by her father. She hated when he put the spotlight on her.

Garreth didn't seem to care, he wanted to show everyone that she was indeed his daughter. He was so

proud of her and the woman she had become.

She made her way towards him. he was wearing a grey suit and his hair combed back but he wasn't

alone. Her brown hazel eyes collided with dark grey eyes. He was very handsome, his jaw was

something to take in. His hair jet black, she suddenly felt shy. He was also dressed in a suit, she felt

intimidated. Only Andre had ever made her feel that way. Bottom-line was he was handsome but not as

handsome as the French man she once called her husband.

"Come come, hurry princess.." Garreth said in his excited British tone. She hadn't realized she was

walking this slow so she quickly make her way there, clearly flabbergasted.

"Leith this is my daughter Adela McCarthy, a beauty isn't she?" Garreth grinned widely. "Della this is

Leith Edwards, a very good friend of mine."

Leith, Leith the name kept ringing in her head. It was different so was Andre.

"Beyond beautiful, you didn't inform me you had a daughter." Leith finally spoke with what seemed to

be a much thicker British accent.

"Nice to meet you, Adela." He gave her a quick smile.

"Like wise Mr. Edwards." Adela replied suddenly finding the wall interesting.

"Just Leith." He gave her a small innocent smile and she nodded.

"See the Edwards own a well known publishing company back in England and I think with his

experience and your writing could do wonders." Garreth smirked.

"You flutter me, Garreth." Leith said firmly.

"Not at all Leith, I have known your father for so many years and I'm well aware of your successes in

the publishing business."

"Certainly!” Leith chuckled.

"I would love to read your manuscript, your father tells me how much of a great writer you are.." Leith

said firmly and Della felt awkward just standing there.

"Please take a seat princess, I have some issues to sort out at the reception." Garreth said persuading

Della to have a seat next to Leith.

"But my shift starts-" She was immediately cut off.

"That isn't your job anymore, you volunteer to work that's all." Garreth muttered.

"I-"

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They were both interrupted by Leith who decided to clear his throat in the middle of their father

daughter fiasco.

"I think you still have a lot to discuss." Leith let out.

"Yes, we do." Della said glaring at her cheerful father.

"Actually-" Garreth wanted to disagree.

"I will be on my way, Della you will certainly email me your manuscript won't you?" Leith stood up

towering over her.

"Certainly." Della mimicked his British accent. Garreth seemed pleased with himself.

"Satisfactory." Garreth chirped in.

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