All's Fair in love and hate

Lydia's POV

Hatred. A word that never existed in my vocabulary until I met Cornelius Powers.

You probably must be wondering how a woman such as myself, a classy and successful reporter would loathe a billionaire such as him. I've always gone to church, gave tithes and helped the needy but what did I get in return? A knuckle sandwich aimed right in my face. Now imagine this cause it's real! It's a beautiful Monday morning, your boss who has seen you work your ass for years gives you a promotion and a brand-new car. What could go wrong right?

Getting home, you call your boyfriend but all you get to hear is funny noises coming from the bedroom. Your stupid head tells you that it is your boyfriend jerking off but when you check it out, what you see makes your jaw drop and I mean it quite literally. On your bed is your boyfriend sucking another man's cock and behind him is a whore pulling a dildo in and out his ass. Now this is where Cornelius Powers came in.

Before you go jumping in the wrong way, no he was not my ex boyfriend! On the contrary he was the guy getting a blowjob from my ex with a stupid smug on his face directed at a shocked me. From then on, everywhere I kept going he was there. Every news report I got was about him! Every time I needed to get some scoop of a shady drug cartel somehow it would always lead me to him.

It was like I was stuck in a time loop where me seeing him was a regular jam. Calming my nerves and doodling with my pen, I looked over the papers that lay in front of me. Working for The Daily Politan was no easy job and that's why I liked it. It made me forget of how lonely my life was. Still at the age of twenty nine with no man in my life except the douche I left two years ago.

"I do not pay you to sit around Hayden," Jack scolded and I rolled my eyes.

Still the grumpy old bastard he was then.

The smell of latte headed in my direction tingled my nose hairs. Only Jessica my co worker knew how much I loved latte.

"Lemme guess, you drifted off again," she asked handing me the cup of latte.

"What can I do but dream of a perfect life where that stinking scumbag doesn't exist," I joked.

Jessica's lips quivered slightly almost like a frown was setting up on her pale face. This was weird because she knew how much I hated Cornelius Powers and how I'd rant about his disgusting behaviors all day to my heart's content.

"I'm guessing you haven't heard the news"

"What news?" I sipped my latte my eyes still darting on her.

"Dia, his father died. Benson Flores Powers was murdered last night in a bar fight"

She said and I somehow felt bad. Suddenly the latte didn't taste that good. Was I actually pitying him? I mean I don't know what I would do if my old man died. Heck even thinking about it made my lungs collapse. Ooh well, we all lose people now and then as unfortunate as it maybe.

Just between me and you, the hatred I still had for Cornelius was still fresh and raw. Sure he might be grieving but after that he'd go back to his old ways. His playboy acts, wrecking other people's relationships just like he did with mine and Justin's and on top of all; go on with his life as if he was the world's most innocent saint!

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This is my next project, a love hate relationship between Lydia Hayden, a nosy but down to earth reporter and Cornelius Powers, rebellious and a major playboy.