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
Lydia"I accept the job" I said and with a nod he stood up telling me to follow him.I walked behind him, feeling as if his cologne would knock me out. It was a mixture of cilantro or something stronger, something that would kill anything a mile away. We sauntered past his secretary, past what I assumed to be his board rooms to the elevator. The elevator which was exclusively for the bosses. He pressed the button just outside and the doors parted. Should I have entered in with him? But wasn't I an employee?"Are you coming?" He asked his eyes staring at the Rolex watch on his wrist."Am afraid I can't, Sir. I was informed that the elevator is for the executives only. I wouldn't want to taint it with my cooties,"I spoke in a low tone hoping he didn't catch the last part."And I'm informing you that it's either you get in the dang elevator or leave the way you came"So rude! I hurriedly entered in with him pressing the button. Ever watched a scene in a movie where the serial killer is in
LydiaI peered at the picture infront of me sipping wine after having a stomach full of Mac N'cheese.Kendalla Vasquez. I didn't need to do a background check on her, I knew everything I needed to know about her. Back then when I was fixated on Cornelius Powers for the wrong reasons ofcourse, Kendalla Vasquez had come up in my search. She had dated Cain Powers briefly before moving on to her next love interest, Neil Kerring.She was a renowned Brazilian model with everything a man could ask for. Pretty face, right curves, pretty smile, classy and not to mention perfectly toned legs. For some reason men liked women like her who didn't need to wax their legs when going out for dates.The only problem with Kendalla however was that she loved money. And I get it, everyone loved money but for Kendalla it was more of an obsession. She never dated a commoner, heck I doubt the word love was even in her vocabulary, it was either money or no relationship.Of all the men she had dumped, it was e
LydiaA lot of weird things had happened to me in the past couple of months. But this? What was happening at the moment was just top notch weird.Carlos kept looking at his watch, tapping his foot against the floor of the restaurant we were in impatiently. I was seated across him trying to look at anything but him.Half an hour gone and Kendalla Vasquez hadn't shown. Was it bad that I wished she actually stood him up? If she showed, everything would just be weird."I hate tardiness",Carlos said between gritted teeth and believe me, I knew how much he hated people being late on him.Roughly minutes, Kendalla showed up and true to the magazine covers she was as beautiful as ever, dressed for the occasion and certainly dressed to impress."Carlos!" She squealed getting attention from the people around us."Kendall",Carlos stood to hug her back kissing her cheek.I couldn't tell whether he forgot her name or calling her Kendall was part of the 'giving your date a cute nickname'."You",Ken
CorneliusI hesitantly looked at the phone screen taking a deep breath before pressing the green call button.His phone rang and rang, so much that it made me nervous to stay in one place. Deciding that it would be much better to hear about Lydia while standing, I got off my chair walking towards the large transparent window."You haven't called me in ages. How is she doing?"I asked him. He had only one job, to follow Lydia around, know what she was doing and report to me but the simple task seemed difficult for him despite me paying him handsomely."Sir, I'm in New York right now. I got orders not to follow Lydia Hayden anymore"He spoke over the phone and I gnashed my teeth."What do you mean you got orders not to follow her? I gave you the job, am the one paying you!"I lashed out,"who gave you the orders?""I did", Chance's voice came from behind me and I hung up the phone.I tried sounding calm by going back to my chair and seating down. Crossing my fingers on the desk, my eyes d
LydiaWhen Veronica said I wouldn't be alone this weekend, I didn't think she would invite me out much less to a night club. "Isn't it great?" She asked with a smile on her lips."It's something, alright",Henley said behind me.It was ironic, that we, as the only women who worked for Carlos Santana were hanging out. I had tried to avoid coming here but Veronica wasn't the type of woman to say no to. Henley on the other hand, tagged along because she was as bored as I was doing nothing in Carlos' house.My boss, Carlos Santana or in this case our boss, was at the moment in Mexico. Accompanied by his rugged good looks turns out the man was also a family man attending a family dinner in his grandfather's home at San Miguel de Allende."Come on, you don't like it?" Veronica pulled up a frowning face whilst I and Henley gazed at the rowdy people dancing with neon stick lights in their hands.The music was too loud but nice, the bar was too crowded and I would bet by lucky nickle that not
LydiaI pouted leaning in for a kiss. A kiss that I wanted so badly to happen.I closed my eyes as the song 'Happy by Pharrell Williams' got all my nerves giddy. I couldn't wait to have his lips on mine, to feel his earthly scent of sandalwood arouse my senses.Whatever type of drink that bone dry martini was, it was working. I felt like I was flying, literally in the clouds with the strikingly handsome man infront of me.I don't know but leather did make him look good. He reminded me of Tony Padilla from 13 reasons why, only less Spanish and more American. I left his thin warm lips on my cheek and the smiley face I had turned to a frown."W..what was...that?""A kiss. Now let's go",he grabbed my arm but I refused to move."I can't""What now? I thought a sober you was hard to handle but you are even more stubborn when you are drunk!" He spat and I chuckled at his expression.He was so mad. So angry like I was punishing him when all I wanted was for him to loosen up. He said I was up
CorneliusI had flown to Italy for a small vacation with my family. Technically it wasn't a vacation since I was only there for my cousin, Nicole. Something about her clothes being featured at Milan's fashion week.I didn't want to attend the freaking show but since my aunt had been relentless in trying to patch 'the broken heart' she thought I had, I had no choice but to fly to Milan first thing Nicole asked me to.Invited to her show were ofcourse my aunt Victoria, Chance, my cousin Cain and his fiance Leila Urquillo who was three or four months pregnant. There was a high probability that I would run into him and I for the first time didn't care.Sure we never saw eye to eye with Cain but I decided to let bygones be bygones. My dad was gone and there was nothing we could do about it rather than move on.I arrived in Milan a little late about nine p.m. I thanked my pilot before I went to rest after the long flight in Hotel Da Vinci. Chance was also set to arrive in Milan by tomorrow