Chapter 6

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 guess what all these documents will vanish into thin air"

She even did a little exclamatory poof to make her point.

With the way things were going, I couldn't refuse. If Mafioso in any way came to know that hard incriminating evidence were in the hands of a reporter not only would he blame me for it but he would also get his revenge by attacking my family. Precisely, a certain aunt of mine who insisted in staying in LA instead of going back home.

"Fine. I'll take your word for it, as soon as this is over, you hand me the documents and leave my life. No more stalking me and tarnishing my name in the media. No more name-calling and trash talking"

"Done"

And as if on instinct her dog barked in agreement sealing the merger.

"Now where are your parents and when can we get this over with?" 

Her lips curved into a smile. The kind of smile that gets you scared of what she would say next.

"First of all, they are coming next week and second of all, you have to convince my parents that you are not only Justin but the perfect guy for me. Now by Justin I mean no suits, no gel black hair, no expensive alluring colognes, no expensive shoes and no  more throwing money in people's faces."

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"Did you offer her money?" Chance asked.

Unfortunately as I heard money never made the world go round.

"Yeah and she tore my cheque in half,"I casually said slinging my coat against my shoulder.

"And just like that? 'Yeah?' Conner what she has can lead us to jail for life!"

"I know and that's why am working on it, Chance. You do your job and make sure Aunt Vicky doesn't find out about it and by about it I also mean about M."

Taking my car keys, I left. M was code word for Mafioso between Chance and I. Now y'all must be wondering why I would resort to such extremes like working with a well known crime lord like Mafioso. Mafioso, to start with that wasn't his real name and to this day I still didn't know his real name but I knew he was Russian due to his awful attempt in speaking English and calling me ' Conner, my boy' everytime we met.

The only reason I teamed up with Mafioso was because I felt lost. A time when my hormones were acting up, dealing with my late dad's expectations, feeling hopeless, abandoned and well that was that, I became  rebellious ran away from home and started a booming company all from scratch.

Parking my car in the right spot at TJ Maxx's parking lot, I entered the store looking for shabby clothes to buy. Clothes that would make 'her parents' believe that I was some moron who was struggling to make ends meet. To this day, I still wonder how a drunk me could have been involved with a man like Justin Sanders. Sure I liked sex_correction_ I was obsessed with sex but to fall low as to let a damn waiter, much so a waiter engaged to a woman like a Lydia Hayden, give me a blowjob was another type of shit that deserved a spanking.

Getting a pair of timber boots, some sleezy shirts and faded jeans, I left the store contented with what I had picked. If I was going to pretend to be Justin Willow, I might as well had some fun. And by fun, I meant pretend kissing and touching my girlfriend infront of her parents.

Just so to remind you, the girlfriend was Lydia Hayden.