"You ain't never been in-love until you've begged God to help you let go." ~ unknown.

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He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of hers. He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.

He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.

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The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his ex-wife but now it was just heart-rending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of wetdreams.

"Señor, Breakfast is ready downstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.

"Yes, bien Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.

A part of him felt guilty as the water droplets fell on his blonde hair in the shower. He knew a part of him did not want to sell this house because there resided alot of memories. Della had choosen this mansion because she loved the huge maze garden in the backyard. Andre remembered the event that happened when he slapped his wife hard until she hit the floor. He was so angry, he couldn't control it. Jeanine had specifically told her to leave and never come back but she did and it ended with her earning a hard slap from her husband. This was something he had wanted to forget, guilt ate him inside now knowing that at that very moment she was pregnant with their son.

"Andre, i need to tell you something please just give me a few minutes." Della said tears streaming down her cheeks. She still laid on the tiled floor where she had landed when Andre hit her coldly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT IT, I TOLD YOU I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN YOU CHEATING WHORE OR PERRA PENDEJA WHATEVER YOU LATINAS CALL IT. YOUR FATHER KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE YOU ARE A DAMN CURSE. NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU AROUND. I'M SO DISGUSTED TO HAVE FELL FOR A CUNNING WOMEN LIKE YOU. DELLA YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOUR. YOU WERE A MISTAKE."

After those words, Della picked herself up. Tears running down her cheeks like Niagara Falls or rather Victoria Falls ; they just kept coming. Andre was glad she was leaving finally although a part of him felt heart sickened.

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He had not realised how long he had been standing in the shower emotionless reminiscing the past event that happened seven years ago. He remembered every word he had said to her and he couldn't help but grow strong hatred for his mother. This was all her fault, six years of unhappiness were her fault. His son growing up without a father was her fault. Breaking Della's heart was her fault. He didn't even understand whether it was water droplets or his tears on his cheeks. The stubble was visible, he needed to shave. He hated shaving ever since Della left ;this  was something they used to do together. She didn't mind helping him shave and giving him kisses on the tiny cuts right after.

After the divorce he was a wreck. His beard grew distasteful giving the press something to write about about. He stopped caring about his image from there on. He could only imagine how much worse it had been for Della...

Pregnant and Divorced.

"Of course, I believe in love at first sight. I'm a mom." ~ Pinterest.

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"I told him that Leo wasn't his child." Della said putting the new bed covers for one of the hotel suites.

"Did he believe you?" Mila asked curiously fixing the unmade bed. They were both in their maid uniforms, they had been friends ever since Della started working at the hotel four years back. Mila was also a Latino which made it really easy for them to be friends. Having the same language and very much same interests. Mila knew everything that had happened to her best friend. The shit her arsehole husband put her friend through. 

"Everyone knows I cheated, Mila so he has to believe me." Della said in a monotonous tone, she didn't care about alot of things. She hardly got excited for anything unless it had to do with her son. She found zero interest in anything really—

"But look, if he said he knows what his mother did that means he knows you are lying." Mila replied after a hard well thought.

"Even if he founds out what happened? What's the point? We should just let it go." Della replied folding the white towels near the ensuite basin.

"So you don't feel anything?" Mila asked looking at her friend expectedly but all she did was look up and frown then continued doing her work. Mila knew that Della had been so heartbroken that she was so numb but deep down inside she hoped she would see her friend happy again with another man. She certainly wouldn't allow that dog from the Levetté's into her friend's life again.

"Della ?" Mila wiggled her eyebrows.

"Mhm?" Della answered breaking away from her thoughts, she was thinking about how much she needed to save so that Leondre could go for that school camp and the things that he would need. Ofcourse all the work she put in was all for her little young man.

"I asked you a question." Mila replied at her friend who seemingly showed no interest.

"Uh no I didn't feel anything." Della replied going back to her cleaning.

"You sure? I mean your ex-husband is quite a hot mess." Mila said blithely but Della just shook her head and continued with her work.

"Andre always deserved better." Della suddenly said out of the blue. "I was just a middle class girl, with a lot of baggage but now I don't have to feel bad about it because we are not together." Mila frowned because her friend was oblivious to all the men that stared at her every single day, be it clients or other employees ;there was just something about her. She was beautiful and she didn't even know it, maybe it was her Latino genes that gave her those noticeable curves and her caramel skin. Even after having gave birth to her son, she looked way better than before. Her body was sexy in every way possible even with stretch marks here and there.

"Which suite are you assigned to next ?" Mila asked changing the subject.

"Uhm 132B infact the whole left wing." Dela replied.

"Well I'm on the C side so I will meet you at lunch." Mila added making her way out of the suite before blowing her friend kisses.

"Okay Mila." Della smiled at how childish her friend was being.

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It was almost midday when Della's manager called her and told her that she needed to attend to the royal suite. Della didn't mind because it was her job. She made her way towards the Royal Suite, it was obviously the biggest suite in the hotel. Usually snobs with high demands always resided in that suite. Della knocked on the door before yelling... "Room service." Her voice echoed. After a few minutes the door opened revealing—

Luc.

"Uhm-" She was about to speak when he gave her a brief smile, it would have charmed her but she was immune to his charms.

"It's okay, Dells you don't have to explain anything and I don't have anything against you. That's your business with Andre." He said cheerfully. What made it awkward for Della was that her ex-brother in-law was half naked, she knew exactly what was going on. "Oh and Dells meet my special girl Elisabeta Pimentel." He grinned opening the door widely revealing a blonde girl. "She is Mexican, so English isn't really in her vocabulary." Luc said anxiously.

"Oh, nice to meet you Elisabeta." Della awkwardly sidled.

"Luc, why you speak to maid ?" The girl said obnoxiously rolling her eyes. Della wasn't fazed by it, it wasn't the first time that she had been insulted by the rich at the hotel. It was practically the highlight of this this job.

"She is my sister in law, don't talk to her like that." Luc mustered a frown.

"It's okay Luc-" Della said calmly.

"No, Della it's not okay. My mother and Brother treated you badly, I'm not going to allow anyone else to treat you like that. I always considered you as family and deep down I know you didn't do it." Luc replied steadily.

"And Leo is a nice little boy, I hope he will know me as his uncle soon enough." The young man with blonde curls added. Della was a little taken back by what Luc had just said. Elisabeta was confused with how the conversation had escalated so she took the champagne bottle and went inside pouring a glass for herself. She didn't care, she had just came here for a good time with one of the eligible bachelors in New York.

"How—" Della was immediately cut off.

"Della, I'm not as dumb as you think. Leo has blonde hair and blue eyes which you certainly don't have. He is a replica of my Brother." Luc chuckled. Della was taken aback.

"Andre is not the only one with blonde hair and-"

"Yes, he isn't but Leo is as old as your divorce so when did you have time to hook up with people huh?"

"I cheated on Andre so that explains when I got time to hook up with people." Della lied through her teeth. Luc let out an innocent laugh.

"Sure you did, virgin Mary. You still go to church?" Luc asked knowing she did. Della was Roman Catholic, her grandparents had raised her in a Christian environment. They taught her to only give herself to a man on her wedding night. They taught her all the values in the bible. From a very young age, she grew accustomed to the life of a Roman Catholic family, Community, school and everything. She lost her faith a bit with what had happened to her with Andre...

"Yes, i do." She sighed.

"You should invite me sometime, maybe I will find me a Bella but I won't be as stupid as my brother to let her go." He gave her a genuine smile.

"Uhm enjoy your wine, I will be on my way." Della brushed his comment off, he just seemed amused as he closed the door and went back to his fun with Elisa.

"God is a father, to the fatherless." ~ Psalm 68.

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Weeks had passed by, Della was relieved that her worst fear had not come to life. The Levetté family wouldn't meddle in her son's life. She would continue living her life like nothing had occurred some weeks back. Everything would be back to normal. Maybe luck was finally on her side.

What Della didn't know was that when her son came back from school and sat at the hotel lobby. He asked Tim if he could use the phone. Leo had held onto the card that Mister Andre had given him two days before. Leo liked Mister Andre alot, he was very nice and they had the same hair like twins, Leo thought.

"Leo, you want me to call Andre Levetté ?" Tim asked the little boy unsure if he should.

"Yes, he is my friend. He said I could call him whenever, I needed anything." Leo smiled sheepishly.

"Is your mother aware of this ?" Tim questioned.

"No and please please please don't tell her." Leo said giving Tim his puppy dog eyes.

"Okay fine, only because you helped me ask Veronica out." Tim added thinking back to when Leo asked Veronica to go out with his lonely uncle Tim. She couldn't resist his cuteness. Tim dialed the number as soon as it rang, he handed the phone to the little boy standing infront of the front desk of the hotel Lobby. Leo was tall, infact quite taller than the kids in his grade. He was the epitome of handsome, he had his mother's tanned skin and the rest were all the Levetté features.

Leo held the landline phone on his ear, feeling excited. "Levetté holdings good day." the person spoke from the other end of the line.

"Hello can I please speak to Mister Andre?" Leo said expectedly. Andre's personal assistant thought the little boy had quite a sweet voice. She was smitten.

"And who wants to speak to Mr. Levetté ?" Norah asked.

"Leo, Leondre McCarthy. His friend from the Ritz-Carlton hotel." Leo explained.

"Very well Leo, how old are you Leo?" Norah asked in an amused tone.

"I'm six." He replied looking at Tim who seemed to be in panick mode. Tim didn't want to make Della upset, he somehow felt like he was an accomplice to a vile plan.

"Okay, Mr. Andre is in a meeting right now but as soon as he is done. I will let him know you called okay Leo?" Andre's personal assistant replied.

"Yes, Ma'am." Leo said grinning from ear to ear.

"Sweet." Norah muttered as she hanged up.

Leo smiled clearly proud of himself, He handed Tim the phone then grabbed his sports bag. Every Monday Leo had soccer practice, his school made sure that their learners had alot of extra-curricular activities that way they would always be occupied with other vile ideas of society such as drugs and the whole lot.

"Don't tell my mom!" Leo whispered and Tim smiled then zipped his mouth and threw away the key. Leo knew that his mother wouldn't be the least happy, he had never seen his mother act so vile only when Mr. Andre was present or mentioned ;clearly she didn't like Mister Andre, Leo thought to himself as he went to sit at the hotel bar as usual Cal asked him how school was and made him a strawberry milkshake.

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Andre was frustrated not only sexually because of the dreams he was having of Della but emotionally. His mother acted normal like nothing had happened. His hatred grew every single time, he crossed paths with his mother. The whole meeting he wasn't paying attention, he kept thinking about her.

"Andre are you okay ?" Jeanine Levetté asked when the meeting had ended and the board members were making their way out. Andre's father was talking to one of the other share holders. Andre had a lot of responses such as :

''I'm not okay! Do I look okay mother maybe i would be okay if I had my wife and son in my life but someone clearly took that away from me.''

Instead his response was..."I'm okay, just tired that's all."

"Don't work yourself too hard, maybe you could meet Marcelle Le Sueur. I heard she is in town, she just came from France and needs someone to show her around the city and who better than you. Single and French." Andre's mother laughed at the end earning a grunt from Andre. It wasn't the first time his mother played matchmaker.

"Marcelle Le Sueur is a spoiled brat and way younger than me." Andre reasoned out.

"Let's not pretend like you don't like women younger than you. Wasn't your ex-wife three years younger huh?" Jeanine said with a chuckle but it wasn't funny or at least Andre didn't find anything amusing. Andre was losing it, his anger was building up. Yes, he dated countless women after his divorce even slept with many others but it still didn't make it okay for his mother to compare his ex-wife to those slutty gold diggers. In his defense, they weren't all that bad. Some were genuinely nice but he just couldn't be with them—

—he was never fully over her.

"Mother, excuse me will you... good day!" Andre said in a thick French accent. Leaving his mother standing alone in the conference room as he took graceful steps towards the elevator until he reached his office.

When Andre was about to reach his office Norah approached him. He wasn't in the mood for any more paperwork. He needed a break from everything.

"Sir-" Norah was immediately cut off.

"Norah not now." Andre said entering his huge office and shutting the door harshly in her face. Norah still entered his office right behind him.

"What the fuck is so important huh ?" He cursed.

"A little boy named Leo—" Norah looked at the named that she had written on the paper again before continuing. "Leondre McCarthy." She finished her sentence. That seemed to catch his attention even from a mile away.

"Yes yes yes? continuer." He muttered the last part in French meaning proceed.

"He called earlier about fourty minutes back, he said you are his friend." Norah replied unsure of what else to say to her boss.

Andre immediately grabbed his car keys. "Cancel all my appointments, everyday from two pm, I won't be available. Anyone who wants a meeting should schedule earlier." Andre said smiling widely. He knew when and where to find his son. This had to be a sign that he shouldn't give up.

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Andre went to the Ritz Carlton hotel everyday at exactly 14:30pm and hang out with his son. Sometimes they even left the hotel for ice cream and movies considering Della only finished her shifts at 18:30pm. It was their little secret. They grew closer and closer each and every day in those several weeks. Andre taught him some French words on a daily, Leo was a fast learner. They played soccer, chess, video games. Andre even told Leo that he had a driver who could take him where ever he wanted. Sometimes instead of Andre coming to the Hotel, Leo came around to their secret hiding place which was Taco-bell. Andre loved his son so much more and Leo loved his friend so much more, he was like the father he never had. They always had to race back to the hotel at exactly 17:50pm like Cinderella at midnight that way Della wouldn't find out about their Rendezvous.

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