Chapter 9

Lydia

I had spent almost half an hour going through the documents in my computer. As a safety precaution I had both files on my computer and on the flash drive.

Who else was Mafioso working with? Closing my laptop I let out a sigh puting my hair up in a loose bun. I looked over to see Oggie calmly sleeping on my bean bag. And my dad questioned the essence of having a beanbag, ha! It came handy at times like these.

Hardly had I checked my windows for the third time when someone knocked on the door. Who in the hell visits anyone at almost midnight? Ok maybe strippers? Not that I had any grudges with them, but I had read once in a magazine, that s*x, the hottest funkiest sex happened at midnight. Now that I thought about it, would a male stripper really be knocking on my door?

Why mine? It's not like he could smell my virginity from a mile away.

Amazing how my brain would make up silly things when I felt sleepy!

Slapping my forehead slightly, I went to the door turning the knob slowly.

"You?"I gasped and before I could get any chance to ask any more questions. The damn gorilla had fallen in my arms, the stench of alcohol hitting my nostrils strongly.

Lord! This couldn't be happening? He was drunk? And in my house? At midnight?

"Mr Powers. Mr Powers!"I nudged but what he hadn't flinched.

His head was still buried on the crook of my neck. His breathing hit my neck and I cursed myself for shivering. Right now I could tell whether it was his breath on my neck or the cold making me shiver. Closing the door with my foot, I struggled dragging the almost lifeless body to my couch.

I pushed him off of me and before I could get away. Probably wash my face with cold tap water to make sure this wasn't happening, Cornelius Powers' had his callous hand on my wrist.

"Stay" He mumbled, stirred on the couch before seating up.

"There she is, ladies and gentle__men,"he raised his left hand as if talking to people beside him,"the one" he raised his finger.

"The only genuine person i--in my life!"

"Mr Powers, I think you are drunk and should probably be heading home"

Come to think of it, had he driven himself here?

As sudden as I had uttered those words, he pulled me by the wrist so much that I stumbled and fell on his chest.

And in an awkward way, we held eye contact. The very eye contact I had termed as 'that doesn't happen in real life. I bet five dollars their eyes are itching'...after watching an indian soap that had me hooked last night called Kundali Bhagya.

Yet here I was. In the same position as Karan and Preeta, my eyes weren't twitching but embracing the warmth. The way his eyes dug into me, the way his breath hit my lips coldly, the way he moved closer and closer and closer and closer until l was sure of us kis...

"I b__believe the corr-ect term is...Mr Ho-mewrecker! Manwhore! Psycho...He_art crusher,"he continued mumbling.

And he was right. In a moment of weariness, I was about to give in, I was about to let him ki...kiss me yet he. He was the villain in my story. He was the piece of the puzzle that didn't fit in mine.

"T-that look. How I love that look. Y-you don't hide it. You don't fucking hide how you feel. You freaking hate me and not once have you ever hid it! And t-them?" He stopped mid sentence chuckling,"they pretend to care for me. They don't love me! Th-they have never...ever loved me. But I deserve that right? I'm the man made of steel right? Right Lydia?"

Right?

Right?

Not since watching my dog 10 years ago fall from our roof had I felt my heart be this heavy. He sounded... lonely? Like he was alone? I felt my heart plunge down like some chain pulling it down, like gravity suddenly winning and pulling it towards the ground. The need to embrace him was strong. The need to look away from his sad eyes was strong but at this time, I was human.

Even to a man like Cornelius Powers.

"Cornelius. You have everything that people don't. People worship you no matter how sick that sounds. Men aspire to be you! The vodka might have messed up your head but don't forget, you...have... everything"

He hiccuped. Pulled away from me and I sat beside him awkwardly.

"E_verything? Huh? I have money, but no one cares whether I l-live or die. Do you know how messages I've received on my phone? Na_da...whether I died or not no one would care"

Argh. The same feeling. Pity.

"I'd care" I suddenly mumbled out and he suddenly cocked his head towards me.

I mean if he did die, who would act as Justin? Also, a little part of me didn't want him to die. No one deserved death.

"Re_really"

He asked coming closer and closer. The space that we had maintained for the past two minutes or so was gone.

We were centimeters apart and with one bold move, he grabbed me by the back of neck smashing our lips together.

I could his lips on my upper lip pulling me into his mouth. How? What was happening?! When his lips took my bottom lip teasing and running his tongue on it, a surge of lust overcame me. I wanted to. But I couldn't. But my body. He was my enemy.

But his lips...so smooth...so...

Forcing me to open up to him, I let him in. Even in his drunken state he engaged in the kiss fullly, his tongue working on mine with such mastery...damn! I even moaned. Moaned with pleasure when his right hand hugged my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our tongues dueling for dominance...

I would really regret this in the morning.