Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Escort: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Lydia was a bundle of nerves walking into the restaurant. Drake grabbed her hand and gently rubbed the inside of her palm with his thumb, his was of reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.  Drake walked over to the hostess stand. “We’re here for the Whittenberg party.” “Names?” The petite hostess asked not even bothering to look up from her screen. Drake was irritated at her lack of customer service but he tried to remain cool. “Drake, Drake Whittenberg.” The hostess let out a small gasp before looking up.  

As Drake approached the writers table with Lydia in tow he felt a sense of excitement. He’d love improve in theater when he was younger and now he was getting to do it again, this time for a major magazine. “Do you know the gist of improve?” He whisper to Lydia, the writers table just a few feet away.“Umm refresh me, what’s improve again?” Lydia asked a hint of nervousness in her voice. “It’s where you make something up right on the spot. So I’ll start and then you make something up along the way. We will take turns answering questions it’ll be fun.”“ Uhh I think you and I have a different definition of fun.” Lydia let out a nervous chuckle. “Come on Lyd, you’ve got this. Where’s that fierce tiger that came out earlier?” Drake teased her. Lydia swallowed loudly. “Okay, let’s improvise.&rdquo

“Who’s this?” Lydia asked picking up the photo of the woman. Drake’s mind was racing. Fuck, he’d forgotten he had that picture of Amelia hung up in his room. He wasn’t ready to open up about Amelia yet, but he also didn’t want to lie to Lydia. “Can we put a raincheck on that?” Drake asked, reaching out for the picture.Lydia gave him the photo without hesitation, it was after all someone who was important to him at one point in time. “Is it Amelia?” Lydia whispered. She was hesitant to ask, but the only time Drake acted odd was when Amelia was brought up, or his family was around. Drake’s brows furrowed together, his was now glaring over at Lydia. “Damnit Lydia, Why can’t you just drop it? Can’t you tell I don’t want to talk about.” He said in anger, running his hands through his short red hair. Lydia was upset Drake would take that tone with her, yes she knew she was nothing to him but an escort, hired for her services, but

Lydia was studying the clothes Drake had packed for her, trying to determine what would be best to wear for evening wear, There was one dress that she absolutely loved, it was a beautiful red dress, that reminded Lydia of something a princess would wear, it was timeless. It was a satin full length high low strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline, Lydia’s favorite part of the dress however was the built in pockets. It was beautiful yet practical. She wanted to ask Drake if the dress was okay for the night, but he’d left the room a little while ago and hadn’t come back, he said something about needing to ask Sampson a question and then disappeared. Lydia glanced down at her phone looking at the time, she didn’t have time to wait for Drake anymore, she needed to get dressed or they’d be late. She quickly picked out a red strapless lingerie set that Drake had packed, and slipped it on, before walking over to Drake’s desk to do her makeup and hair. She opted for a simple side bun with

“So Madilyn and I have decided to go on the honeymoon first and then get married after.” Sampson said after everyone had sat at the table. “Wait, why?” Drake asked, horrified at the thought of spending more time with his family, he’d planned on leaving right after Sam’s wedding, “Well with the magazine feature, Madilyn wanted all of her bridesmaids and the groomsmen to be present during the Honeymoon, and we felt like people would dip after the ceremony.” Sampson said looking straight at Drake to let him know that comment was directed towards him. Lydia ran her hand down Drake’s thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze to remind him that everything would be okay and she’d be with him for the ride. “We have an announcement too.” Dianne said standing up with her wine glass in hand. “Umm okay, I’ll pass the mic to mom then,” Sampson said making a joke out of Dianne’s interruption. “Everyone stay the night here tonight, because tomor