Chapter 3

Lydia's POV

"Oh my God! You did what? Dia you didn't think things through!"

Yeah as if I hadn't noticed that.

"Gee Jessica I hadn't realized that I had introduced my enemy as my boyfriend to my highschool sweetheart just to show how happy I am when infact I am not since Justin left me because of the guy I introduced as my boyfriend to my highschool sweetheart!"

I shouted pacing across the living room in my apartment. Jessica wasn't helping at all. Come to think of it, I think the only reason she came to my apartment was to get comfy on my bean bag chair. And Oggie. My sweet golden retriever didn't make it any better with the barking.

"So what did you do? I mean what did Cornelius say?"

She asked and it was hard to say. Partly because I felt a little perched and secondly because I did not what to remember what it felt like to kiss him. What type of mouth wash did he use? Why were his lips that surprisingly soft?

"Umm...he was shocked so he didn't say anything. As soon as Robert left, he left me in the middle of the road and drove off"

"What?"

"What what?"

I asked my shaking hands balancing themselves on my waist.

"Think about it if he didn't say anything it means he liked the kiss. How hot was it? As in when you kissed him, how did you feel? Did you run your fingers in that lush brown hair of his? Did you moan?"

Did I what! I think the movies she watched were getting into her head.

"First of all, that's creepy even for a woman who watches R rated movies. Second of all we are talking about Cornelius, remember that and that's the last time I think I'll ever get close to him. That's the last time my skin will touch his" I spat...

And before y'all ask as immediate as I got home,  I made sure to take a shower and brush my teeth but even with all that soap, I still smelled like his cologne. What type of colognes do rich guys use? Axe?

My phone buzzing against the couch, I bent over and looked at the caller ID only to see mom's face on my screen. This can't be good.

"H-hey mom,"I started nervously.

"Dia? Oh my God, Dia how are you? Is Justin around, I want to talk to him. There's no way a man can kiss you in the middle of the road without us knowing him first. Dia?Did I dial the wrong number? Harry! I think I dialled the wrong number" she screamed and I had to pull the phone away from my ear before my eardrums burst.

How could I forget the bond he had with my parents? Bob must have told them about seeing me with someone else? He must have tattled on me! What now?

"Mom Justin's not here right now. His cat just died and he's not feeling good so he went out," I lied covering my mouth with my left hand while Jessica arched a brow on me.

"You live together?" Her voice sounded more happy rather than shocked.

"Yes"

"And he has a cat?"

"Yes?" Was she seeing through my lie?

"Dia you are allergic to cats so how is it that you live with Justin and his cat?"

Shoot did I say cat? I should have said dog or something smaller. A guinea pig? A hamster?

"Mom his cat died before he came to live with me"

This was definitely not going well.

"But you said his cat just died. Doesn't just mean like yesterday or two days ago?"

"Mom. I have to get back to work but it's a good thing you called say hi to dad for me"

"I will. See you next week Dia"

Next week?

"What do you mean next week, mom?"

"It's a surprise"

"Mom? What surprise mom? Mom?"

Dang it!

"I think she hung up", Jessica hinted and I huffed seating down on the couch.

"Yeah I figured" 

Yay, to my great life!

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Rearranging every dang file that Jack needed and making sure everything was done, I took my handbag ready to go before Steve Gilbert stopped me on the way.

Now if y'all remember that short villain guy from Ratatouille, Stephen Gilbert was an exact replica of him only difference was instead of being obsessed with a blue rat he was obsessed with me. Not that I didn't like his Shakespeare poetic words but me and him were never going to work. He was short to start with, had that disgusting moustache that I hated in men and worse he loved to brag, a quality I hated in men.

"Are you going somewhere? If you are not we could always go out"

And there it was.

"Steve, everytime you ask me to go out with you what do I say?"

"No"

"And what do you think my answer to your question will be?"

"No but I could entice you with something that you'll like" he grinned.

What could possibly entice me to go on a date with him?

"Steve, I can't do this right now but we'll finish this talk," and I ran to the parking lot getting into my car and driving it away before Steve could even think of cornering me again.

Next up, Powers Inc.