Lydia
Labels. One silly mistake and the world had labelled me like another slut out to please men for money.Tears blurred my eyes as I drove to Power Inc. There had to be some sort of explanation from him. He had to really explain it to me why a picture of us so intimate in bed, was topping the daily newspaper. Why the picture itself seemed to have been taken at the right angle at the right moment and time. Somehow a part of me knew the answer. A part of me knew he had staged everything up to humiliate me because deep down he still hated me.The other part of me believed in him. Believed that the sweet guy that had made me dinner, opened up about his mother and stood with me at my lowest was a great guy. That this was some sort of mistake.My heart thumped, my shoulders shook as I finally parked my car in Power Inc's parking lot.Karma was a bitch huh? Few months ago, I was the same woman who got riled up when another one of Cornelius Powers'CorneliusI didn't just have sex yesterday atleast it wasn't the same thing I'd done with ladies all my life. Yesternight was special, something about how I felt alive everytime she moaned with pleasure, I made her feel that way. Me! My mind didn't focus on anything but her yesterday. How her body was beyond perfection, how her lucious lips drove me to insanity.Having a fill of her wasn't enough. Making love to her three times wasn't enough, God knows I so badly wanted to ravish her right now and here. Her long eyelashes patted her skin ever so gracefully. The morning light hit her face and I would be lying if I said she didn't look beautiful without makeup.Thinking of her in that manner wasn't healthy, I wasn't ready to commit to something as hurtful as love. I slept with her which was the main goal for the entire week and now my quench for her was over. But was it though? I shook my head feeling my manhood harden just at the thought of her again in my arms
LydiaI tried opening my eyes feeling as if a freaking snow plow ran me over. Getting the tufts of hair from my face, I turned my head visibly noticing that the blue sheets and the grey blanket currently covering me weren't mine.Placing my hand on my head, I rested my back on the headboard taking in my surroundings. Grey walls, floor white length curtains, a balcony, an even bigger wardrobe than I had at home and finally paintings hung on the wall. One look at the paintings and it was enough to know I wasn't at home. I never liked paintings. Not that I didn't appreciate art but something about watching horror movies had scared me that at any moment some monster would pop out of the damn things.Memories from yesterday came to me in a blur. I was crying, something I had done yesterday with no shame, I went to Power Inc, got my heart broken, went again to the parking lot, picked up Jess's call, got shocked from Steve's death and then someone showed up.
CorneliusWe don't mix business with womenThat was one way of Mafioso threatening to kill Lydia Hayden and I wouldn't let that happen. As fast as I had Lydia unconscious I instructed Chance to get my plane ready and we were off to one of my mother's mansion in Miami.Mafioso wouldn't find her there no matter how much he tried. Having taken her there, I left her in Greta's care praying in God's name that she would forgive me. That she would realize that I somehow felt things for her that scared me. I didn't care what those newspapers said, I slept with her yes because some part of me wanted to explore what she would be like and again because part of me longed to have her in my bed.And I still wanted her in my bed again and again maybe forever and it scared me. I liked her. I liked her more than I was supposed to."We can't screw over Mafioso. Just because of her. Many peoples' lives will be at stake if we do so,"Chance fidgeted and I he
LydiaFell for him. Slept with him. Got kidnapped by him. And got dumped by him.I had bitten off more than I could chew with him. Since when did scoundrels change? They never did! They never would! Lydia Hayden had forgotten all the promises she made to herself by letting yet another man inside her heart.In just a few days, the name Lydia Hayden had spread all over Lancaster, probably all of Los Angeles knew who I was. From a respected reporter to being a whore for the billionaire, Cornelius Powers. But I guess that was how life worked right? One day you are at the top and the next you are in a bottomless pit with not a single soul to help you out.I'm sorry, Lydia. With the pictures and stuff I'm afraid...I'm afraid you are fired, that was what Jack told me the first thing I stepped into his building. The very building I had helped rise to its glory. With an ashamed face, I had walked out of the building holding my tears back like a p
Lydia Ah Fuck... Jamie...Yeah. Yeah. Almost there. AahI covered my ears with my pillow infuriated at how long they had been at it. How this were these walls really? Not that I could complain about my apartment, it was big for sure, the outdoor balcony, the magnificent kitchen with well polished countertops, the bedroom that came with an even bigger wardrobe. There was nothing to complain about well except for my nextdoor neighbor who I hadn't quite known yet.Atleast I knew his name. Jamie. Unless that was like a code name he used while sleeping with girls? Point was, they had gone at it for two hours already? Weren't they exhausted? And if the answer was no, did that mean I also wouldn't sleep for the next three hours because of the two going at it like rabbits?Say may name .He growled. And the girl for heaven's sake repeated his name in a sultry voice, Jamie.That's it. Having had enough, I got out of bed switching on the lights and
Lydia"Ms Hayden you must know that I don't tolerate tardiness in my company"He spoke with such a growl that had me shivering both in a good way and a bad way. Was that even possible? I heaved saying, "I apologize sir. It won't happen again"He sat in his swivel chair behind his large desk, his eyes accessing me like how a father would eye his future son in law for flaws to destroy him. From his burning gaze, I felt like an insignificant morsel infront of a really big fish. It's not that I hadn't been infront of intimidating men in my life but he on the other hand had a rather odd scowl that would make anyone shit their pants.I tried moving my eyes anywhere but where his were. There was no way his eyes could be that green and at the same time blue. Was he wearing contacts? And his office? Why go for such a color like black? Everything black. The frames of the paintings, his wallpaper, hell if I wasn't be so afraid right now that I was
Cornelius"Thanks man, I owe you one"And I cut the call relieved that she was okay and had arrived safely. I screwed everything up with her and maybe it was for the best. The farther she stayed away from me the better. From everything that happened, I doubt she would want to see me again.But I don't think I would keep my promise. Sure I got my documents and we promised we wouldn't see each other forever but she promised, I didn't. I couldn't keep away from her. She was the magnet to my heart. Someone who drew me towards her without lifting a finger.Looking back now, I think the hate that I claimed to have for her was only a cover for my true feelings. Back then I attended all those events knowing she would be there and she would talk to me -well- insult me. But that's the thing, her hate kept me sane. Her need to defeat me was what gave my shitty life meaning.And that night. The night where everything seemed perfect, her skin glistening against the light, her need to have me so fie
Lydia Beep. Beep. Beep.I groaned trying to reach for the alarm. Pressing the button on it, I sighed feeling my head throb second by second. The sudden realization that I shouldn't have invited Jamie to my house yesterday crossed my mind. I got carried away by the wine,the coke, the movie and the kiss. To think that for a split second, I wanted to straddle him and rake my fingers in his hair."How about we start over? That's why you came here right? To help your new neighbor settle in. Would you like to come in? Probably share a cup of coke?""Mmh I can't refuse a cup of coke, now can I?" He said sarcastically walking into my humble abode.I closed the door behind, smelling the musky cologne he had left behind."Not bad. Not bad at all. I mean it's not exactly how I pictured it but you really got taste Lydia""Haha. I'll get the cups"He sauntered across my living room before settling himself on my couch and I went to the kitchen to get some plastic cups.Placing the cups on my little