Judas kiss

Chapter 32 - Need to apologize.

"Hey." Alfredo said anxiously at the beautiful woman who stood before him. She seemed puzzled, she

had not been expecting to bump into him on her way to the hotel staff room.

"Ehem, Mr. Molinero." She cleared her throat. Alfredo's body guard was so glad they had finally seen

each other because his boss had become beyond unbearable. His eyes flickered to her petite body, the

way she nervously looked at everything but him. He didn't want her to fear him in fact he just wanted to

love her and shower her with gifts like the Queen she is.

"It's Alfredo." He pursued his lips into a thin line. He didn't mean to come off as rude. He regretted the

way those words had left his lips. Alfredo just wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her he convince This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

her that he wasn't the monster that society seemed to make him. She must have heard the rumors or

read the papers; he was the devil but only because he needed to come off as intimidating towards his

rivalries. Her lips shaped into an 'O' clearly she wanted to say something but he looked at her eagerly

as she closed her mouth and her pink lips formed into a thin line.

"Mila-" One of her co-workers greeted as they passed by the corridor. She gave them a small gently

smile, it didn't reach her eyes. It was almost noon and she had been called to take an emergency shift

from Frances the oldest hotel maid who was in her late thirties but didn't look at day over twenty-five.

She knew she would have to face her fears one way or the other. She would eventually have to face

Alfredo either way because he was persistent and he was starting to bug Della.

"Allow me to take you out to lunch-" Alfredo said giving her a warm smile. She felt herself shiver with

warmth, how could she deny him. When he looked so concerned, so caring and so adamant. "I

presume this must be your lunch hour? I could always speak to the manager to let you off early."

"NO!" She came off as aggressive. "It's not my lunch hour and I will not just leave my job just to wine

and dine with fucking-" She paused. "Gang leaders." She said under her breath.

"We need to talk mi amour." Alfredo said ignoring what she what just said.

"And I need to go back to work!" She said adamantly.

"Mila-" He chuckled. "Don't make me drag you out of here." He said calmly, it made Mila shiver with

fear. She didn't understand how this scared her and turned her on at the same time.

"Uh-" before she could say anything else, he interrupted her. "Book us a table at the Montego

restaurant right now." He instructed his body guard who seemed to grab his phone immediately.

"Get the car ready." His body guard instructed.

"I'm not going anywhere dressed like this." She whined.

"You look sexy in that dress actually my pretty sexy maid." He smirked making her blush.

"Stop." She wanted to smile but put on her most convincing angry face.

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Once all set, Alfredo turned to look at Mila. She felt beyond nervous but she kept telling herself you can

do this…

"I'm not a bad man, Mila." Alfredo said almost vulnerable. "I know it's too early and believe me... I don’t

usually say this but I love you."

Mila swallowed, he had not even touched his food. In fact he didn't know why he had even ordered in

the first place because the only person he wanted to eat was sitting in front of him. He clenched his

jaw, restraining himself from getting hard in this very serious moment.

"That's the thing..." She replied softly. "I don't love you. Just because you love someone, you just can't

expect them to love you back. I don't know how?gang leaders?do it but-" She paused looking at how

he was fuming. She took delight in pissing him off but at the same time it turned her on.

"Mila, I have tried being nice to you." Alfredo warned making her flinch.

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"Are you coming to the party?" Benjamin Levetté asked his wife who had just popped out from the

adjoined bathroom now making her way to bed.

"What party?" She questioned indifferently.

"Leo is turning seven-" He smiled tenderly making Jeanine roll her eyes.

"I should've known but I didn't get an invite." She shrugged.

"I got one so I just assumed you had received it as well." He replied.

"A seven year olds party would be the least interesting thing I would ever attend..." Jeanine said

nonchalantly.

"You need to apologize, we can't keep running in circles like this. I want my family together, I want my

son to be happy, i want my grandson to be involved in this family not feel like an outcast." Ben said in a

annoyed tone. Jeannine ignore her husband and turned to look away, pulling the blankets to her side of

the bed.

"Childish." Andre's father uttered almost fuming. He then grabbed his phone on the bedside and turned

to leave their room. In all honesty, he wasn't going to deal with his wife's mood swings. He just wanted

her to do the right thing. Do right by their son, do right by their grandchild... this party would be a great

opportunity for that.

Jeanine pretended to be asleep until she heard the door shut closed. Ben had never treated her this

way before. She was utterly shocked by his behavior. Jeanine immediately grabbed her phone and sat

up straight on the King size bed she shared with her husband. She scrolled down all her contacts

discovering she did not actually have Adela's phone number. She sighed before scrolling up to Andre's

phone number-

It rang once, twice, thrice...

Repeatedly.

"The number you've dialled-"

Jeanine didn't know how her life had become so complicated.?