Semua Bab All's Fair in love and hate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LydiaWhen Veronica said I wouldn't be alone this weekend, I didn't think she would invite me out much less to a night club. "Isn't it great?" She asked with a smile on her lips."It's something, alright",Henley said behind me.It was ironic, that we, as the only women who worked for Carlos Santana were hanging out. I had tried to avoid coming here but Veronica wasn't the type of woman to say no to. Henley on the other hand, tagged along because she was as bored as I was doing nothing in Carlos' house.My boss, Carlos Santana or in this case our boss, was at the moment in Mexico. Accompanied by his rugged good looks turns out the man was also a family man attending a family dinner in his grandfather's home at San Miguel de Allende."Come on, you don't like it?" Veronica pulled up a frowning face whilst I and Henley gazed at the rowdy people dancing with neon stick lights in their hands.The music was too loud but nice, the bar was too crowded and I would bet by lucky nickle that not

CorneliusI had flown to Italy for a small vacation with my family. Technically it wasn't a vacation since I was only there for my cousin, Nicole. Something about her clothes being featured at Milan's fashion week.I didn't want to attend the freaking show but since my aunt had been relentless in trying to patch 'the broken heart' she thought I had, I had no choice but to fly to Milan first thing Nicole asked me to.Invited to her show were ofcourse my aunt Victoria, Chance, my cousin Cain and his fiance Leila Urquillo who was three or four months pregnant. There was a high probability that I would run into him and I for the first time didn't care.Sure we never saw eye to eye with Cain but I decided to let bygones be bygones. My dad was gone and there was nothing we could do about it rather than move on.I arrived in Milan a little late about nine p.m. I thanked my pilot before I went to rest after the long flight in Hotel Da Vinci. Chance was also set to arrive in Milan by tomorrow

JAMIEI had been to Milan, to Paris, to Moscow, to Dubai, to Mexico and from all of those places I had met a lot of women. Some I slept with, some I dumped, some I liked but the woman sleeping in my arms couldn't match any other woman I had slept with or liked.When my father sent me to do his bidding like he always does; I was surprised to learn that I would be stalking a woman. A woman who according to my father could drag our whole business to the mud if we weren't keeping a close eye on her.The orders were, follow her, don't talk to her and if she were to do something out of the ordinary, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through her head. Yet it had been weeks and in the first few days I had already collided with her, I always hesitated to talk, to do something crazy that would scare her off or to be myself.When I heard Cornelius Powers, my father's most trusted associate was losing his touch because of a woman, I had merely let out a chuckle.What would one woman have that t

JAMIE KING"I want you back in Milan as soon as possible""What about her?""She's harmless. Connor is on the right track, business is good and the last thing I want is you wasting your time on her""Couldn't she be a potential threat in the future? Think about it""She has nothing on us. She's not a loose end""Still, I think it's better if I keep a close eye on her, don't you think?""What's really going on? Since when did you start questioning my orders. It's about this girl, no? You fell for the rigazza americano, didn't you? Fucking stupid, Joaquin! I want her gone, you are right. She is a threat, to you, to the business and to me.Either you do it or I'll do it myself and you know how that will turn out right? Two days, Joaquin. Two""Papa? Dad--fuck!" I groaned throwing the damn phone on the ground.I was fucked. Lydia was fucked. I had just ruined her life and I felt shitty. Lydia was a good woman, kind, funny, and one who didn't deserve to be involved in this mess. How would

CORNELIUS"On the bed, legs apart", I grunted taking a sip of my scotch.Naked, legs apart, she looked back her eyes meeting mine with desire written over them.I'd fuck her, sure but looking at the woman on my bed was pitiful.How long would I continue doing this shit? A month? Years? I mean sex was fucking sex but it couldn't compare to Lydia Ha—No, I was not going there. She was the past. She was fucking some limp dick in Santa Monica which was saying she didn't give two shits about me."Come on Connor. You can't leave me here like this"Wanda. Amanda. Amelia. Whatever her name was purred like a constipating tiger and I groaned a loud fuck myself for the shit unfolding infront of me.My glass half empty, I placed the darn thing on the counter and I would have taken the brunette on my bed bareback had it not been for the incessant ringing of my cell.Whipping out the phone from my pants, the called ID reading Carlos Santana, my heart skipped a fuckin beat.He wouldn't called if it