CorneliusWe don't mix business with womenThat was one way of Mafioso threatening to kill Lydia Hayden and I wouldn't let that happen. As fast as I had Lydia unconscious I instructed Chance to get my plane ready and we were off to one of my mother's mansion in Miami.Mafioso wouldn't find her there no matter how much he tried. Having taken her there, I left her in Greta's care praying in God's name that she would forgive me. That she would realize that I somehow felt things for her that scared me. I didn't care what those newspapers said, I slept with her yes because some part of me wanted to explore what she would be like and again  because part of me longed to have her in my bed.And I still wanted her in my bed again and again maybe forever and it scared me. I liked her. I liked her more than I was supposed to."We can't screw over Mafioso. Just because of her. Many peoples' lives will be at stake if we do so,"Chance fidgeted and I he

Lydia Ah Fuck... Jamie...Yeah. Yeah. Almost there. AahI covered my ears with my pillow infuriated at how long they had been at it. How this were these walls really? Not that I could complain about my apartment, it was big for sure, the outdoor balcony, the magnificent kitchen with well polished countertops, the bedroom that came with an even bigger wardrobe. There was nothing to complain about well except for my nextdoor neighbor who I hadn't quite known yet.Atleast I knew his name. Jamie. Unless that was like a code name he used while sleeping with girls? Point was, they had gone at it for two hours already? Weren't they exhausted? And if the answer was no, did that mean I also wouldn't sleep for the next three hours because of the two going at it like rabbits?Say may name .He growled. And the girl for heaven's sake repeated his name in a sultry voice, Jamie.That's it. Having had enough, I got out of bed switching on the lights and

Cornelius"Thanks man, I owe you one"And I cut the call relieved that she was okay and had arrived safely. I screwed everything up with her and maybe it was for the best. The farther she stayed away from me the better. From everything that happened, I doubt she would want to see me again.But I don't think I would keep my promise. Sure I got my documents and we promised we wouldn't see each other forever but she promised, I didn't. I couldn't keep away from her. She was the magnet to my heart. Someone who drew me towards her without lifting a finger.Looking back now, I think the hate that I claimed to have for her was only a cover for my true feelings. Back then I attended all those events knowing she would be there and she would talk to me -well- insult me. But that's the thing, her hate kept me sane. Her need to defeat me was what gave my shitty life meaning.And that night. The night where everything seemed perfect, her skin glistening against the light, her need to have me so fie

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

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