All's Fair in love and hate

Cornelius POV "Oh come on Niks, I think I'll have to sit this one out. I don't do well with rich snobby folks," I complained taking another lane as the green traffic light changed to amber. "Do you hear yourself right now?" "You know what I mean, Niks. I won't fit in" "Cornelius Powers you better attend my show or else..." "Niks? Krrrrrkrrrrr. Niks. I'm losing you...I can't hear you krrrrrkrrrrrkrr" And I hung up, I'm sure Nicole would get the message eventually. Attending my cousin's show all the way in Vegas wasn't in my agenda. After we laid dad to rest,I wanted to be far way from my family as possible. With dad gone, I knew very well that they would try to console me, try to make me feel alright when nothing was alright to begin with. I needed space. I needed time to process that the man I had tried so hard to impress was gone. I need

Cornelius' POVGrabbing her shoulders, I made her kneel before me, my fingers tracing her plump red lips.  I couldn't compare her to Suzy but ooh well beggars can't be choosers. With her fingers grazing my area, she reached for the zip while I got comfortable on my swivel chair as she started to work her magic. Before she could get to my briefs, someone barged in my office surprising not only me but my secretary. "Yuck! I'm sorry, I didn't know. Oh God, that image is forever engraved in my mind!" she shouted. "It's okay Liv. We'll continue this later," I spanked her ass watching her shyly get out of my office. Standing up and zipping my pants, I plopped in the seat behind my chair crossing my fingers with a smirk. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I smirked. Lydia uncovering her eyes making sure that Liv was gone and I had my pants on, welcomed her

Cornelius' POV "You think money makes the world go round. Listen here Mr Powers I don't need your money nor will I ever be as low enough as to take money from you", she spat crossing her legs and getting comfortable on the ridiculous bean bag in her living room. It was at times like this that I wondered how a beautiful blond such as herself had a feisty and foul personality. Sure she didn't need my money but her apartment said otherwise. But I couldn't miss my target. Those documents in her phone were pretty legit. They were copies of invoices, delivery notes, cheques that Mafioso personally handed to me which made me know that we had a mole in my company either that or Lydia Hayden was a good reporter who outdid herself in scooping some dirt about me. "Then name your price" "I already named my price, Mr Powers. You agree to be Justin only when my parents are here and I'll not only forgive you but gu

CorneliusBabe. Babe. Babe.Calling Lydia Hayden that for the past couple of hours was torturing. Starting my Jaguar which I'd parked a mile away from the cheap restaurant we were in, I took the box on my passengers seat carefully removing my three piece suit.Within few minutes I was able to get into my formal wear getting rid of the stubble that almost came out with my skin.My phone buzzed and I checked the caller ID."Chance, I'm on my way. Got delayed but I'm on my way""Aunt Vicky is here, man" Shoot!"What is she doing in my office? Come up with something that will make her go home ,"I said but the silence that had gone for about two minutes confirmed my fear."She's in my office isn't she and lemme guess you have your phone on speaker again don't you?""Unfortunately...yes and my phone's on speaker"And I hung up. What would be better than my wonderful aunt visiting my office on this fine day? The last thing I needed was to listen to her lectures. The ones that I never seemed t

CorneliusI awoke to the light that hit my eyes without warning.Who drew the curtains?Lifting my head slightly, I felt a sharp pain pierce my head. Great! A freaking hangover. I barely remember what happened yesterday and normally when I drink too much there's always a naked woman lying beside me. Turning around and sitting up, I tried to take in my surroundings.Purple sheets? A vanity table? Closet? Woolen rag? A familiar scent of lavender? Where was I? I turned to the nightstand, a picture frame greeting me. Was that? Lydia Hayden and her dog?I didn't. No. Calmly standing up, I moved around searching for things like my phone. I slept on her bed? With my clothes on? Then where did she sleep? Seeing my Italian loafers on the farthest corner of her room, I put them on taking my wallet on the nightstand.One word for this morning. I was confused. I had left Lydia's place two hours ago, went to my penthouse took a long shower an