Lydia was fuming by the time Drake came back inside from the phone call he had taken on the balcony. Just when Lydia thought she was finally getting the hang of this family, something happened that would surprise or shock her. Instead of shock or surprise at Dianne’s gift though, Lydia felt deep hot hatred and anger towards Dianne. When Drake came inside and asked Lydia what was wrong, Lydia couldn’t even find the words to describe her feelings instead she pointed a finger down the hall, advising him that his mom had sent him a gift.
Drake walked down the hall apprehensively, he wasn’t sure what type of present Dianne would gift him, but he knew that whatever it was had angered Lydia. As Drake drew nearer to the bedroom, he could smell the strong perfume of Chanel #5. The smell made him queasy, and he knew it wasn’t a smell that Lydia would wear, it was more of a smell you’d find on the elite socialites that Drake didn’t want to be a part of. He slowly opened the bedroom dDrake waited patiently in the living room as the girls got dressed in the room. He still wasn’t sure about Lydia’s plan. Yes, it was every guys dream to have a threesome with two beautiful women but he didn’t want this to effect his almost relationship with Lydia. Drake had come to realize in the short amount of time he’d spent with Lydia that he was starting to fall for her. She wasn’t like any other girl he’d met. She was strong, loyal, devoted, and genuine, plus she made him happy. She was the real deal, the entire package. Drake wanted to call their entire “relationship” off and start fresh. He really wanted to date Lydia, but he knew she needed the money to care for her mom. Drake would gladly pay for her mother’s medical expenses, but he knew that Lydia would never except it. She’d consider it a handout, and feel like she was a charity case. Drake in no way wanted Lydia to feel like that, so he was determined to keep their contract as long as Lydia would let him. The thought o
Dianne had been patiently waiting outside of Drake’s cabin on the ship. She couldn’t wait to see Lydia’s face once she realized that Jessica would be staying in the cabin with them. Dianne thought it would be the perfect trap, Lydia would become furious and break up with Drake, and then Jessica would be there to to comfort him and ensnare him in her web, making her his. Drake would finally settle down with a woman of society and Dianne’s friends would stop nagging her about when her handsome billionaire son would settle down. Dianne decided to lounge on the deck in a sun chair with a martini in hand. She had on a red one piece and a flimsy white cover up on top. For a woman of sixty Dianne took pride in her body, after Drake and Sampson were born she’d gone and had a mommy makeover done. With the boob lift she’d also decided to go up a size, making her breasts a very full double D. She loved watching as the crew members gazed over her body longingly. She’d eyed a few up and down, s
“Oh my god!” Jessica laughed. “Did you see the look on Dianne’s face.” Lydia nodded enthusiastically. The look on Dianne’s face when she walked by cupping Jessica’s butt had been comical. It had made Lydia’s entire day. “If you think that’s funny, you should’ve heard our conversation.” Drake chuckled before diving into the pool. “Oh do tell.” Lydia said, her eyes looking over Drake’s body, causing her core to throb again. Lydia still found it odd that he’d had to hire an escort to pretend to be his girlfriend for the trip but she wasn’t going to complain; this beautiful God carved man was her’s for the month. “You have to catch me first.” Drake said swimming to the opposite side of the pool. Lydia laughed again at his playful child like manner, still amazed at how much his personality had changed since she first met him not even a week ago. Lydia backed away from the pool before running towards it, plugging her nose with her hand and
It had been two weeks since Drake had proposed to Lydia. Two weeks at sea with Dianne mumbling under her breath calling Lydia a trollop and a gold digger amongst other names. Two weeks of Lydia wondering why Drake would take this arrangement so far, but never having the chance to ask him why. Today was their last day at sea before they reached Turks and Caicos and Lydia was hoping to find sometime alone with Drake, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Madilyn had arranged a formal dinner with the captain, stating she had a big announcement to make and she wanted everyone present.Lydia was in their cabin trying to find a dress to wear for the night when Drake walked in a disheveled look on his face. “What’s the matter?” Lydia asked. Drake ignored her as he walked into the cabin, looking around, until he noticed Jessica in her room, before he grabbed Lydia, by the arm and dragged her into the bathroom, turning on the water to the sink and shower.
“I am so glad you guys are here!” Madilyn replied, “ I have a proposal, I know you’re newly engaged and what not, but I think it would be wonderful if we all got married together in the Bahamas.” At that very moment Lydia had decided to grab a glass of Malbec from the passing waiter, she had taken a large sip from the glass already to calm her nerves, instead of going down her throat, she ended up sputtering it out spraying the entire first table with wine. “Sorry,” Lydia mumbled, “You just took me by surprise. Madilyn, I don’t want to ruin…”Drake interrupted Lydia, “ I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Lydia looked at Drake in disbelief, what was he up to now. “Oh goodie!” Madilyn exclaimed, “It will be the wedding of the century.” “Umm, Drake.” Lydia called walking over to her “fiancé” grabbing his arm, “Can I talk to you for a moment.” “Eh-hmm, Dinner is ready.” Dianne stated looking annoyed at the entire or
Drake, Lydia, and the others had been on the island for a week now. Drake and Lydia were desperate for alone time, every minute of the day was spent either looking over wedding plans, avoiding Dianne, or talking with Drake’s publicist and other members of the paparazzi. Everyone wanted to get to know Lydia, they wanted her background information; who her family was, what school she went to, how her and Drake met, etc. Lydia was exhausted, she didn’t know if she could handle the public spotlight. All she wanted to do right now, was visit her mom in the hospital, curl up in the uncomfortable bedside chair, and read “Hybrid Aria” out loud to her mother. Some doctor’s said that comatose patients could still hear what was going on around them, and Lydia was a firm believer that her mother could hear her, which is why since the day she’d entered the hospital, Lydia had visited every night, talking to her mother and letting her know she was still there. Lydia missed her mom dearl
“Oh my, Lydia, that dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you hun!” Madilyn gushed as Lydia emerged from the dressing room. She was in a sleek mermaid style ball gown that flared out at the bottom. The bodice was covered in little rhinestones and had just enough sparkle to not look gaudy. The dress fit Lydia snuggly and accentuated all of her curves. “Really?” Lydia asked raising her hands to her breast and turning side to side, “You don’t think its too much,” she asked waving her hand across her chest. “No!” Madilyn gushed. “It’s just enough, Drake won’t be able to take his eyes off of you, you look like sex on legs.”**Yup, that’s the problem.** Lydia thought to herself, she didn’t want to look sexually appealing, she wanted to put the escort life behind her, she wanted to go back to being the sweet innocent girl she was before her mother’s accident. “Maybe, I’ll try on one more,” Lydia replied, gesturing for the bridal assistant to help her out
While Lydia was out shopping with Madilyn, Drake was suppose to be out with Sampson and a few of Sam’s friends, but instead he feigned being ill and took the ferry from Providenciales to West Caicos where he planned to meet with his investigator, Martin, whom had taken the red eye to inform Drake of his latest discovery. Drake felt bad about lying to Sampson but he couldn’t bring himself to drag Sam into this mess. He didn’t want to share his thoughts on his parents being murder suspects with anyone. If Lydia hadn’t been there when he started unraveling evidence pointing that way, Drake would have made sure to protect her from the secrets that were buried deep in the Whittenberg estate. What Drake hadn’t expected when he left Lydia in his penthouse suite to wait for Madilyn, was a tail. Drake had been so careful leaving the resort, checking his surroundings and making sure the paparazzi and the other photographers were busy, that he was almost one hundred percen
“How did you get that recording?” Drake asked as he stared down at Lydia. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling jealous at the thought of Lydia contacting one of her own clients, or proud that she finally got the best of Dianne. “I had Martin gather a list of your father’s supporters. Daniels was one of the biggest supporters; knowing what I do about his… err sexual appetite, and what I know of your parents, I knew there was something there. I had Martin contact him and blackmail him into giving me information on Dianne. I was just luckily their little err… quid pro quo happened in his office.” Lydia replied. Drake felt a sense of relief flood through him when he realized Lydia hadn’t in fact contacted Daniels herself, “What were you blackmailing him with?” Drake asked suddenly curious on the dirty deets Lydia had on Daniels. “Well I figured since the world already knows I use to be an escort, I might as well use it to my benefit. I had some rather
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Drake!” Dianne yelled pinning Drake under her glare, not even bothering to acknowledge Lydia’s presence.“A pleasure to see you, as always Dianne.” Lydia responded to Dianne’s hysterics. The hallway stirred to life as Drake’s employees started to leave the conference room, each one pausing as they saw Dianne standing in front of their boss and his fiancée with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Drake’s employees knew he had an estranged relationship with his family as Drake had never felt the need to lie to his employees about his life. Aside from his relationship with Lydia, which everyone now knew about, Drake had pretty much been an open book. The lowest paid of the employees, a male named Issac, who worked as a recorder, slid his phone out of his pocket, slyly turning on the video recorder, before positioning his phone in his hand, where the camera could see Dianne, Drake, and Lydia, but no one could se
“DRAKE!” Lydia squealed as he began to kiss down her neck.“What do you say Lyd? Do you want to act out one of my fantasies?” Drake asked his voice taking on a husky tone. “Do we have time?” Lydia asked, clenching her thighs to ease the sudden ache. “If we hurry.” Drake replied, as he began to suck and nip at Lydia’s neck. As Drake’s kisses trailed down to Lydia’s breast, he covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her cries of pleasure. “Shh, we can’t have the staff here us now. They might get jealous, of the extra attention, I’m showing the new employee.” Drake whispered in her ear. “And what is my salary Mr.Whittenberg?” Lydia asked her voice breathless. “That depends on your performance Ms. Hunt.” Drake responded. “And how would you like me to perform?” Lydia asked feigning an innocent expression. “Turn around, lean over the desk and lift your skirt up.” Drake order.“Yes sir.” Ly
“Are you sure you want me to publish this?” Julian asked one more time. “Yes.” Drake and Lydia responded in unison. “It’s a story that will make your career Julian, and it’s a story that needs to be shared. It’s our story, and it’s time the world new the truth.” Lydia responded. “Okay,” Julian said with a sigh, “How about I let you read the draft, and then you can tell me what you think.” Julian responded, still hesitant on posting the article. “I’m sure whatever you’ve written will be fine,” Drake replied, as he handed Julian the original contract that he signed with Lydia, “And here, you can use this a proof that your allegations are true.” Drake had blacked out some parts of the contract, like the amount of money he’d bought Lydia for, and the minor stuff, like Lydia’s body was free use to him, etc. etc. HE didn’t want their story to seem raunchy, but he did want to be as truthful as possible, he didn’t want to leave any wiggle ro
“My mother was loved by many, she was looked up to by many. Her neighbors, her coworkers, the few enough to be called friends, they all could tell what kind of woman my mother was. She was the type of person who would give you the food off of her plate, even though her pantry is bare too. She was the person who would put all of her needs last just to make sure no one else went without.When my mother found out she was pregnant with me, she was given two choices. To get an abortion or to become disowned. Seeing as how I am here today to give this speech at her funeral, we all know my mother chose. Even when her boyfriend abandoned her too. My mother gave up her comfortable lifestyle to protect me, an innocent baby who didn’t have a choice.My mother never once regretted her choice in choosing me. From the minute she opened her eyes until the minute she closed her eyes, my mother brought nothing but happiness and joy into my life. It wasn’t until I was taking care of
It had been a week since Dianne’s phone call and Drake and Lydia still hadn’t found any new information in regards to Amelia’s disappearance. Martin had ran an inquiry on Amelia Kirkpatrick, but nothing came up except a sealed record from right before she’d come to the Whittenberg Manor. Martin was working on getting the record unsealed to see if it would give them a new lead, but unsealing records was a long process and time wasn’t on their hands. Samuel had already called Drake twice inquiring on when he was coming back, he was insistent upon Drake’s return stating he couldn’t get married without his brother beside him. While Samuel sympathized about Drake’s fallout with Lydia, he still felt like Drake should attend his wedding. Drake hated keeping secrets from his brother, but he’d agreed with Lydia that they should keep their reconnection a secret as well as their investigation. Lydia didn’t want the wrong information getting into the wrong hands. She was still positiv
The very next morning after a long night spent making up with Lydia, Drake awoke to a very long very aggressive voicemail from Dianne. “Drake, I found out some very interesting information about your dearest fiancé. I hope this information comes to you as a surprise. I would hate to think that you’d be willing to tarnish the Whittenberg name like this, as well as bring financial burden upon yourself. If you do not meet us in the Bahamas by yourself at the end of the month, then I’ll be forced to play the cards that that slut dealt. There’s no escaping your destiny Drake, you are a Whittenberg, you are heir to the Whittenberg foundation it is time you played the part. I expect once you arrive at the Bahamas that you will go through with your nuptials and marry Jessica. She is willing to dirty her name a little to help with the scandal your little toy is going to cause this family. That’s right Drake, Mommy Dearest found out your dirt
Lydia couldn’t hide the grimace on her face as she read through the report, pushing the papers back towards Drake. “This doesn’t look good for Amelia.” Lydia finally responds after she gets a minute to gather her thoughts. “Marvin has gone to find more evidence. It wasn’t until he was discussing your name change making it easier to hide your identity that I remembered that Amelia had also changed her name. She use to go by Amelia Kirkpatrick. Marvin is following that lead in hopes we can either find where Amelia has been finding out, or find more information on her disappearance.” Drake responds looking down at the papers before him, shuffling through them until he gets to the father’s interview. “Do you believe Amelia killed her mother and possibly her sister?” Lydia asks staring at Drake who’d taken the seat opposite her at his desk. “I…I’m not sure what I believe anymore. I’ve only read the Aunt’s interview. She said the father had more inf
Drake couldn’t control his laughter when he entered into his office. Somehow Grace had managed to cuff Lydia to his off chair and she’d shoved a sock in her mouth. If looks could kill Drake would be a dead man. Lydia looked like she wanted to bury him ten feet under. “Grace,” Drake bellowed between laughter, “Why is Lydia tied up like this?” “Well,” Grace replied looking as innocent as a newborn child, “She kept trying to leave. Obviously she’s someone very important to you if you’re willing to go through all this trouble, so I called in Antonio and he and some of his friends helped me with the situation.” Drake turned his head away from Lydia and starred at Grace, she’d called in a favor with her son. He knew that Antonio ran with a rough crowd and that Grace had had a falling out with her son because of it. But it seemed like their issues had been resolved if he was willing to come and assist her. “Thank you for your assistance today Grace,