Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Chapter 33

"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." Della replied turning to at her ex-husband who gave her a short glance before turning his eyes back on the road.

"Fine, i will speak to him then-" Andre said nonchalantly.

"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!" Della 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 get land 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 their last encounter, he couldn't get her off his mind. He was glad had could still make her feel the way he did that day. The radio was playing 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 will last 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, Della blushed as the song by Westlife played. She didn't know what to say but above all it seemed like fate was playing 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 Filan to sing this song on their wedding. She almost cried, everyone was in awe. Della even got the opportunity to talk to Shane Filan who once was the lead singer of Westlife. Brian McFadden recorded a video that was played at the reception where he congratulated 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 flatter 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 magnets 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. Della was frustrated, with everything going on around her.

"Della, come here." Andre muttered so much as a command indicating that she must move over to his seat. At that money Della 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, she comfortably 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, she comfortably straddled him. He pulled his seat down, they both 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.

Della 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. Della wasn't thinking straight all she knew was that she needed a good lay 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 black. It was already dark and it wouldn't be safe to just open the door.

"Andre-" Della moaned when he bit on her lower lip.

"Adela McCarthy." The person yelled still knocking on the window.

"For fucks sake." Andre growled breaking away from Della.

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 Della giving her the 'I told you, your dad was a weirdo' look.

"Dad…" Della frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Leo and I were just coming 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." Della laid 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." Della told her father.

"What are you trying to say? That am not a good boy ?" He questioned crossing his arms.

"What?" Della 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." Della said idly walking away.

"Answer my question Adela!!" Garreth yelled.

"You need to stop telling my son inappropriate things otherwise it's best if you don't see him." Della 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?" Adela questioned.

"I'M A GOOD BOY." Garreth yelled.

"Leo is in his room right now, you are just making unnecessary ruckus." Adela 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. Della 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?" Della 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-" Della 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." Della 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.