Cornelius Her hands entwined behind my neck, freeing one of her hand she patted my shoulder lovingly and I enjoyed every single minute of it. Talking about how I felt about my mom, my dad's death was the one thing that made me avoid my aunt Vicky and yet for some reason talking about it with Lydia made me feel at ease.Being with Lydia right now made my evening perfect. It was just so easy to talk to her because at the end of the day she was always honest with me and I admired that.Parting from the embrace that had brought warmth to my body, she cupped my cheeks looked at me dead in the eyes and said,"Cornelius Powers you are good enough. You are perfect! Screw anyone who can't see that"And the timing was just right, the way her eyes dug into mine, the way her thin fingers cupped my cheek, the way her lips looked so captivating, so inviting. Maybe it was the rush of emotions taking a toll on me but right now right here my heart pounde
LydiaIn all my life as a reporter, I never tried risks. Risks were inevitable but they were also avoidable which is why I had applied that to my life too.Whatever happened yesterday, thrice infact, was a risk I could have well avoided but it felt so right being showered with kisses, tenderness, caresses and...Oh God! What on earth had he awoken in me?But I suppose that's why I avoided risks, because at the end of the day they were things bound to make you feel more or less a sore loser.And trust me, I was a loser because I imagined yesterday to be special. The day my cherry was popped. I was a big fool to imagine that when I woke up he would be right beneath me begging for another round, begging me not to leave and he'd make breakfast but sadly I was mistaken. The space beside was empty almost like no one was there.Almost like whatever happened last night was a figment of my imagination.Shallow. That's one way to put how far I'd
LydiaLabels. One silly mistake and the world had labelled me like another slut out to please men for money.Tears blurred my eyes as I drove to Power Inc. There had to be some sort of explanation from him. He had to really explain it to me why a picture of us so intimate in bed, was topping the daily newspaper. Why the picture itself seemed to have been taken at the right angle at the right moment and time. Somehow a part of me knew the answer. A part of me knew he had staged everything up to humiliate me because deep down he still hated me.The other part of me believed in him. Believed that the sweet guy that had made me dinner, opened up about his mother and stood with me at my lowest was a great guy. That this was some sort of mistake.My heart thumped, my shoulders shook as I finally parked my car in Power Inc's parking lot.Karma was a bitch huh? Few months ago, I was the same woman who got riled up when another one of Cornelius Powers'
CorneliusI didn't just have sex yesterday atleast it wasn't the same thing I'd done with ladies all my life. Yesternight was special, something about how I felt alive everytime she moaned with pleasure, I made her feel that way. Me! My mind didn't focus on anything but her yesterday. How her body was beyond perfection, how her lucious lips drove me to insanity.Having a fill of her wasn't enough. Making love to her three times wasn't enough, God knows I so badly wanted to ravish her right now and here. Her long eyelashes patted her skin ever so gracefully. The morning light hit her face and I would be lying if I said she didn't look beautiful without makeup.Thinking of her in that manner wasn't healthy, I wasn't ready to commit to something as hurtful as love. I slept with her which was the main goal for the entire week and now my quench for her was over. But was it though? I shook my head feeling my manhood harden just at the thought of her again in my arms
LydiaI tried opening my eyes feeling as if a freaking snow plow ran me over. Getting the tufts of hair from my face, I turned my head visibly noticing that the blue sheets and the grey blanket currently covering me weren't mine.Placing my hand on my head, I rested my back on the headboard taking in my surroundings. Grey walls, floor white length curtains, a balcony, an even bigger wardrobe than I had at home and finally paintings hung on the wall. One look at the paintings and it was enough to know I wasn't at home. I never liked paintings. Not that I didn't appreciate art but something about watching horror movies had scared me that at any moment some monster would pop out of the damn things.Memories from yesterday came to me in a blur. I was crying, something I had done yesterday with no shame, I went to Power Inc, got my heart broken, went again to the parking lot, picked up Jess's call, got shocked from Steve's death and then someone showed up.
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
LydiaFell for him. Slept with him. Got kidnapped by him. And got dumped by him.I had bitten off more than I could chew with him. Since when did scoundrels change? They never did! They never would! Lydia Hayden had forgotten all the promises she made to herself by letting yet another man inside her heart.In just a few days, the name Lydia Hayden had spread all over Lancaster, probably all of Los Angeles knew who I was. From a respected reporter to being a whore for the billionaire, Cornelius Powers. But I guess that was how life worked right? One day you are at the top and the next you are in a bottomless pit with not a single soul to help you out.I'm sorry, Lydia. With the pictures and stuff I'm afraid...I'm afraid you are fired, that was what Jack told me the first thing I stepped into his building. The very building I had helped rise to its glory. With an ashamed face, I had walked out of the building holding my tears back like a p
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
ZADE"Wait, wait, wait. The woman you've been seeing has amnesia, a kid, a boyfriend and now she has miraculously gotten her memories back? Forgive me for laughing but you were never cut out for love. Wait and dad disowned you? Seems like you have yourself caught up in a jam bro", Sawyer's voice came from the other end of the line as I carried my duffle bag into my truck looking at the mansion one more time.I sure as hell wasn't going to miss this place in the least bit.I hit the road and with Sawyer at the end of the line maybe the way to the airport wouldn't be that bad.I needed someone asshole talking to me about my mistakes so that they could dim out everything I felt at the moment.The fire station was going to be constructed under the supervision of Falcon, a man I had no doubts was more than capable especially after I had ensured everything was in order before I left.While I was going back to San Francisco a couple million dollars poorer well I had done what needed to be do
CLAIREZade was back and he was standing in my living room gazing at me as well as the other pairs of eyes that did.A ginger haired woman with two kids stood by the corner with her husband who still couldn't drop that look of I think I've seen a ghost.There was another blonde woman with the same same look...then another woman...then Zade, my parents and then him and everything didn't make sense.I opened my mouth to say something but the words wouldn't force themselves out as I looked at the man who stared at me the way Zade did.Like I was his entire world.Like I meant a lot more than I knew. And I especially couldn't breathe when I realized he looked exactly like Axel.Axel's father.But why was he staring at me like this was his first time doing so? Like he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him and Axel either.I didn't want to cry.Axel was in his room if he had heard any noise he would start making a ruckus and God knew I wasn't in the right mind to calm him down be
CORNELIUSFreedom.I never yearned for it. I never even wanted in the first place and here I was a two week free man.My family had really done it pulled all their connections enough to make sure I would only spend two years and some months in prison and not more.And when I had left prison with quite a nickname, my operations didn't stop.My life was rotting away anyway the least I could have done was taking a job that befit me as who I truly was.And I must admit taking down gangs while in prison was no easy feat. It had started as some sort of thing between me and Javi.I had saved him. Against my butter judgement I had saved him from the Gatos earning a week in solitary. A cold place that I rightfully earned and from then on I was fighting criminal gangs in prison killing a few just so I could end up in solitary alone like the monster I was.One year past and suddenly I was some hero to the inmates only they didn't know I did what I did because I wanted to punish myself because I
ZADEWhen I saw her the only thing i had thought about was how much fun I would have taking off that dress of her body and kissing every inch of her skin till I had enough of her.And when I had gifted the kid a saber plastic sword and he had hugged me I had wanted him to be part of my life too.I wanted both of them to be in my life and yet funny how life was a bitch waiting for the right moment to strike.The Smith sisters and other women getting too clingy for me to bear, I had gone upstairs.I loved attention. Attention from women but the only attention I needed at the moment was from the woman who's heart had swelled the minute her son cut the cake and took a fist of the cake before anyone could get a slice.On my way to Claire's room, I had almost stumbled to Vienna Smith which prompted me to hide in the next room.The next room didn't get any better when I heard the footsteps coming my way with so much urgency I had to hide.An unfortunately for me the only hide-able place arou
CLAIRE "Your skin is glowing", Riley commented, I hid behind the comment by trying to seem busy with the ingredients laid in front of me."Must be the new serum you got from the market the other day", Vienna Smith added taking another balloon in her hand.I preferred to remain silent for lack of a better lie to come up with. I couldn't just tell them that he you guys know what? I've been sleeping with Zade Cutler since last week and I've been fucking enjoy it.We've fucked in my own shop at the old observatory that's near completion, in his car and ooh did I mention he has a cabin just for us?If the that didn't shock them, then definitely telling them that I had been reckless enough with Zade not to use protection definitely would.Plus I wanted Zade and I to be a secret. If anyone got news of our relationship then people would talk and even if I wasn't majorly dependent on what people said for me to exist, I still didn't want the town to pressure me into something I didn't want.I
ZADEShe regretted it. If the empty space next to me didn't say so then I didn't know what did.Part of me still mad that she had gone without as much as leaving a note, the other part of me was still reliving what happened last night over and over again like it was all a dream I had woken up from.I fucked women ofcourse I had fucked them but what Claire and I had was way beyond fucking.Her moans, me grunting, her pussy against my dick and the feel of it. Damn it was like a vise grip holding me tight rendering me weak until using protection flew out my mind the minute I kissed her.Some part of me know she might have regretted it, the part that had decided to call it to a halt when I realized we might have gone too far but leave it to my dick, the one thing that had led me where I was at that moment to make a rash decision.But I didn't regret it. I would never regret it because it might have been the best might of my life and I was not joking when I said that.Come to think of it,
CLAIRESober or not, I enjoyed this.I could feel him everywhere, I could feel each and every thrust hut my hilt till the only coherent thing that came out of my mouth was his name.We could have gotten caught but I was too high on my orgasm and a little too drunk to care.His hand in my hair pulling at it till my scalp stung, I bucked my hips against his dick feeling it fill me to the absolute brim and his lips?He was kissing me, he sucking me, he was doing something with his fingers that had me on chokehold that had me squirming and dancing in delirium.When he finally came inside of me and I felt ropes and ropes of his seed inside me, I only took one large gulp of breathe before my whole body folded into his.And for a few minutes all I could do was feel his breath on my shoulder, feel his cock warm my insides and at the same time listen to the sound of his heart beat as it did with mine.I made an attempt to stand up not really sure what had happened but very sure I wanted more a
ZADE CUTLER"Okay, if the mayor loses and that's a good if, we'll go to Falcon's after this, you'll pick a guy any guy and go with him at his place with no protests"I had spotted them the minute they stepped foot on this God forsaken contest. On my way to atleast pass them a greeting or two, the brunette carrying Axel had uttered those words and I had slowly retreated to the back of the crown bumping into the one woman I didn't want to talk to in the first place.Courtney Neal. An ex who had suffocated me since Sunday.I was a piece of scum for dumping her the way I did but that was decades ago. While I'm not going to lie that she had matured into one gorgeous woman I was about as uninterested in her as I was with a soap dish.And all night she'd done one thing and one thing only.She had hovered over me like a pesky mosquito and while I tried my best to keep my pretences, laugh at her jokes once in a while, compliment her on her looks, my eyes still found someway into the crowd and
CLAIRE"Should we perhaps add sesame seeds?""Good God, Frida the pie is already baked", my father grunted taking his coat from the rack."Pie! Pie!" Axel clapped, I laughed.Running five minutes late, my mother was jittery. Last minute jitters my father called it.And my dearest father had stood watch over the pie like a sentinel. He was trying to ensure an incident like last time didn't happen.An incident where mom got nervous added a whole lot of cinnamon to the pie last minute that had made my dad hundred percent sure they would have won had she not done that.Not trying to raise their hopes up but this year's pie was a sure win. You could taste the pumpkin right in there, the texture of the pie itself was crusty and smooth but not like the monstrosity of last year.I would be cheering on if I didn't know for a fact that the Cutlers had this in the bag.Genevieve to this day was still the best pie maker, something I was suspicious about but decided to let it roll down my back.If