Chapter 4

Cornelius' POV

Grabbing 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 herself across the opposite seat where Liv and I were on.

"Mr Powers," she smiled and I arched a brow. It must have been an emergency huh? She never addressed me by my name. Hell I don't think she knew my name to begin with. She always termed me as a brute, a manwhore, a scumbag, a filthy bastard and so on and so forth.

"We've never seen eye to eye I know that but since you insist on earning my forgiveness for wrecking my life, an opportunity just presented itself. It's easy now, you just have to pretend to be Justin," she faked another smile and I felt confused.

Insisted? I never insisted on earning her forgiveness since she splashed vodka on my face! Wrecking her life? Her ex boyfriend was the one who wrecked her life, whatever that meant, not me! I was a victim of circumstance whose only mistake was getting in bed with an engaged man.

Chuckling a bit, I looked at her languid eyes rubbing my chin with my finger,"You are really serious? Ms Hayden I gave up on earning forgiveness from you a long time ago. What makes you think that you can barge right in my office ruin a perfectly good time and ask me to what? Pretend to be Justin? Who is Justin to begin with?"

Biting her bottom lip infuriatingly and clutching her beige handbag so tight she leaned closer, "Justin is the boyfriend you took away from me. I can't believe this! What kind of person are you? You slept with my boyfriend without knowing his name? You know what, forget it. It was stupid for me to ask for your help"

"If it was stupid then why the hell are you still here? You know your way out right?" I lashed out watching her walk out my office.

Mmmh, there was something about her that intrigued me and scared me at the same time. And about her boyfriend, it was a one time thing. A mistake that I committed when I was drunk.

With my mind still in the clouds, my cell rung and I picked it up seeing Chance's name pop up on my screen.

"Buddy we have a problem"

"You know everytime you call I always expect bad news. What is it now? You need help hooking up with a woman? Or lemme guess your brother is back and you are scared of talking to him?"

"Actually it's about you"

"What? What is it now?"

"Your Aunt Vicky is here in LA, she wants to talk"

Shoot!

"That...is bad news. Ok do this umm you can always tell her I'm in Italy on business matters  and convince her to go back to New York"

"Conner she's right infront of me and my phone is on speaker"

I hung up. Damn it Chance!

Victoria Powers aka my aunt aka Cain and Nicole's mother, wasn't supposed to be here. At least I didn't want her to be here. I loved her like a second mother. Technically she was my mother since I learned how to talk. She treated me like one of her own and I was grateful for that, unlike my biological mother who left without saying a word leaving me in the care of dad to raise me. 

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"Mmh you boys are still the same idiots," Aunt Vicky lashed as Chance and I sat on the couch opposite her armchair.

"Aunt, you should have called. We could have picked you up," Chance said and I nodded in agreement.

"You could have picked me up? When? When you spend your time hooking up with every girl on the street"

I hated when she treated us like kids. I was a grown man and I knew why she was here. She was here to keep on a leash, make sure that I didn't handle my dad's death badly by drinking just like Cain had resorted to. But to be honest, the pain was fresh. Having had to see dad's body in a coffin evoked so many painful emotions that at times I felt like drinking was the only solution to forget but no alcohol just intensified the pain which is why I chose pleasure to forget about it.

"So how long do you plan to stay? I mean Cain and Nicole need you right?" I asked trying not to seem like I wanted her to leave.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to. Perhaps Cain is still mourning and Nicole is all the way in Germany and then there is you, Nel. The hardheaded guy who shuts everyone out"

Nel, I hated that name! Before I contradict her my phone buzzed and a private number popped on my screen. I declined the call muttering a sorry to my aunt.

"Aunt is not like that. It's just that..." Before I could finish my statement, my cell rung. The same number?

I picked up the call with one particular word catching my attention.

Mafioso!