Lyons stared at the tablet. His brows knotted in full concentration. "I'd like it if the ads on all our social media have the same themes. Same song, same characteristics."His face relaxed as he stumbled upon a somewhat nice outlook. "Well, this is good too, although, I'm looking for something more...neutral.""To match with the body tones," his PA added. "Exactly." Lyons glanced up at him. "Think that just it." His PA nodded and scribbled down on his clipboard. "Also, I think we should really do a remodelling. More on that later."When he was left alone, Lyons rested back in his seat, his eyes closed. Goddamn, he couldn't contain the excitement rushing in him. In a matter of weeks, he would be launching a new skin care brand. An serum meant for people with severely damaged skin. The hell that as going to sell like hot cakes. It was a fact. Yes, even with the whole commotion and curfew that'd been called. Lyons let open his eyes and rose. He ambled to the large window. The streets
==Olivia==Day 30. At long last. Finally. I woke up with a blank expression, not knowing if I should jump, spill tears of joy or be sad. I didn't know the reaction was give. And I didn't feel like leaving the bed. The morning was born with a bright light. It flooded my room, almost hurting my eyes. I should have seen it to be a good sign. My mood should have mirrored it, because...yay, I was free at last. However, nothing moved me. I was completely hollow. Matteo had come into my life in such fierce manner that made me wanna smash my head in the wall. He'd handled me with carelessness, had hurt in me in a ton of ways. Yet, he was my first of many things. My first real obsession. My first real kiss. My first real sex. I couldn't exactly point out when I first fell for him. It could have been the time he'd crept in on me in the nondescript room and had asked me that deeply aggravating question: you are a virgin, aren't you? It could have been the moment I'd shared a kiss with him i
==Olivia==Matteo's surprise was unmistakable. I couldn't for the life of me say what'd moved me to relay my thoughts. I would have kept quiet, I should have but no. My mouth had worked faster than my brain. And now, his gaze grew more intense and I uncomfortable as I couldn't tell what could be going on in his mind. And I couldn't even apologise because I didn't know if I was meant to. Rather, I stood like a moron, watching him. The silence that sat between us sharp, it could cut through diamonds. Then, he caught me off guard by advancing towards me. I didn't move, and I knew why I didn't. I wanted to have him. "No, I haven't," he said, still with his steps, "but there's always a first time." He got to where I was and leaned towards my ear. "Don't you think so?"Gradually, he moved his head to my face. Without batting an eye, I said, "fuck me." He didn't move, but rather held his gaze. I grew scared, sensing my desperation was so clear, he'd felt it. It must have turned him off.
Yosef couldn't believe his eyes. The entirety of social media had gone wild. Top of that, the rending thing on twitter was #Oliva×VintageInC. He couldn't believe this. Also, he couldn't believe the person responsible for this whole drama was Andrea. The servant that had asked for a sick leave. Shit, he should have known.He left his seat and started to pace around. This wasn't good. This wasn't good! And it appeared that The Master hadn't gotten wind of the situation given he hadn't called yet. That was strange because the time was…Yosef glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty-eight and the master hadn't called him in for briefing concerning the day's news. Had he already gotten wind of the situation and had gone into denial? Yosef tapped the tablet close and left the room. He had to find The Master. They had to get to the root of this by mounting a defence. It wasn't out of place to think the mansion would ne attacked anytime soon. Therefore, they had to be prepared. Yosef bolted to Th
"Matteo is a monster. He is a predator that feeds on the weak. He had no soul in him." Lyons said, his eyes fixed on Leah who couldn't for the life of her, stop pacing. "He killed my little sister, Peggy. He stole her away from us, at such tender age. At fourteen, Leah. Fourteen!" Leah gave him a look and tore it away almost immediately. "He took her away, used…" Lyons stopped. His heart burning as he made the recollection. "He used, and dumped her like trash.""That's basically what you did to me." Leah snapped back at him. Lyons shut his mouth. He took a step towards her, but Leah stopped him. "Don't you dare come close." "I was a douche, Leah. I know. But you won't blame me." Leah whipped her head at him, completely taken aback by his audacity. "I meant to say…" Lyons stopped. "Look at it this way. Peggy and I were incredibly close. So close I was overprotective of her. One can imagine how hurt I was when Matteo into the picture. The little bastard." Lyons gritted his teeth.
==Matteo==Pulling shirt down my face, I was set to leave. Olivia on the other hand was still in the process of putting on her bra. I looked away, not sure I wanted to catch sight of her pointy breasts. They were so fucking tempting. When I looked her way again, she was done. Her hair was tossed, an evident of the body slamming exercise we'd had moments earlier. A look on the clock on the wall confirmed it was way last our lunch time. I walked up to her; a smile appearing on her face. I picked up her scarf that laid some feet away and gave it to her. "Here." Still having the tiny smile on her lips, she took it from me and tied up her hair.As we left the chambers, I could sense she was exhausted from the thing we had. So, to save her any more troubles, I'd let her rest for some time before we met for lunch. I escorted her to her room and when we got to the door, I leaned to kiss her light. Yes, a chaste kiss this time around."See you at lunch."She smiled in response and steppe
A knock came and Lyons—still with his eyes fixed on his nightstand— said, "Come in."The door swing open. It was the butler. "Sir, the hall has been assembled." Lyons waved him away. Now was the time. Turning away from the nightstand, Lyons walked out of the room and reached the hallway. He descended quite a number of stairs, before reaching the basement door. As he opened the door, noise of chattering people hit him. He could make out what each one of them was saying.The noises died down as the people spotted Lyons. He looked ahead to see a multitude. Hundreds and hundreds of Brookehurtian citizens. He smiled to himself.He stood in front of them. "Good evening, the great people of Brookehurt. I'm so glad you honoured my request. As you know, our town has been under attack, in which loves and properties have been destroyed. May I use the opportunity to apologise for that." He paused fir let that sink in. Everyone paid rapt attention. "As a way of helping out, I am donating a sum
==Olivia==5:55 pm.I would so fucking deal with Matteo! The fuck, the dude had told me to stay in his room pending his quick arrival. Guess what, eons….epochs had passed by and there had been no sign of him. Not even his shadow. Not even his smell, scent, whatever. The room was growing darker, and dear mister wasn't here yet!Initially, I had left the room to meet him outside. Lo and behold, the entrance was completely manned by guards. My anxiety peaked. I'd guessed a similar phenomenon existed in other entrances/exits, and I hadn't wasted my energy trying them out. Again, rather than going to my room, I'd returned to Matteo's, mainly because it had a balcony which would likely offer me access to the outside. However, to my chagrin, that balcony was locked. I had remained in Matteo's room because I felt safe here. I couldn't tell why I felt so, but that was it. I stopped pacing about and sat on the bed. First it was a curfew, and now this? What… I buried my face in my palm befo