Lydia's POV
Hatred. A word that never existed in my vocabulary until I met Cornelius Powers.
You probably must be wondering how a woman such as myself, a classy and successful reporter would loathe a billionaire such as him. I've always gone to church, gave tithes and helped the needy but what did I get in return? A knuckle sandwich aimed right in my face. Now imagine this cause it's real! It's a beautiful Monday morning, your boss who has seen you work your ass for years gives you a promotion and a brand-new car. What could go wrong right?
Getting home, you call your boyfriend but all you get to hear is funny noises coming from the bedroom. Your stupid head tells you that it is your boyfriend jerking off but when you check it out, what you see makes your jaw drop and I mean it quite literally. On your bed is your boyfriend sucking another man's cock and behind him is a whore pulling a dildo in and out his ass. Now this is where Cornelius Powers came in.
Before you go jumping in the wrong way, no he was not my ex boyfriend! On the contrary he was the guy getting a blowjob from my ex with a stupid smug on his face directed at a shocked me. From then on, everywhere I kept going he was there. Every news report I got was about him! Every time I needed to get some scoop of a shady drug cartel somehow it would always lead me to him.
It was like I was stuck in a time loop where me seeing him was a regular jam. Calming my nerves and doodling with my pen, I looked over the papers that lay in front of me. Working for The Daily Politan was no easy job and that's why I liked it. It made me forget of how lonely my life was. Still at the age of twenty nine with no man in my life except the douche I left two years ago.
"I do not pay you to sit around Hayden," Jack scolded and I rolled my eyes.
Still the grumpy old bastard he was then.
The smell of latte headed in my direction tingled my nose hairs. Only Jessica my co worker knew how much I loved latte.
"Lemme guess, you drifted off again," she asked handing me the cup of latte.
"What can I do but dream of a perfect life where that stinking scumbag doesn't exist," I joked.
Jessica's lips quivered slightly almost like a frown was setting up on her pale face. This was weird because she knew how much I hated Cornelius Powers and how I'd rant about his disgusting behaviors all day to my heart's content.
"I'm guessing you haven't heard the news"
"What news?" I sipped my latte my eyes still darting on her.
"Dia, his father died. Benson Flores Powers was murdered last night in a bar fight"
She said and I somehow felt bad. Suddenly the latte didn't taste that good. Was I actually pitying him? I mean I don't know what I would do if my old man died. Heck even thinking about it made my lungs collapse. Ooh well, we all lose people now and then as unfortunate as it maybe.
Just between me and you, the hatred I still had for Cornelius was still fresh and raw. Sure he might be grieving but after that he'd go back to his old ways. His playboy acts, wrecking other people's relationships just like he did with mine and Justin's and on top of all; go on with his life as if he was the world's most innocent saint!
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This is my next project, a love hate relationship between Lydia Hayden, a nosy but down to earth reporter and Cornelius Powers, rebellious and a major playboy.
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
Lydia's POV"Oh my God! You did what? Dia you didn't think things through!"Yeah as if I hadn't noticed that."Gee Jessica I hadn't realized that I had introduced my enemy as my boyfriend to my highschool sweetheart just to show how happy I am when infact I am not since Justin left me because of the guy I introduced as my boyfriend to my highschool sweetheart!"I shouted pacing across the living room in my apartment. Jessica wasn't helping at all. Come to think of it, I think the only reason she came to my apartment was to get comfy on my bean bag chair. And Oggie. My sweet golden retriever didn't make it any better with the barking."So what did you do? I mean what did Cornelius say?"She asked and it was hard to say. Partly because I felt a little perched and secondly because I did not what to remember what it felt like to kiss him. What type of mouth wash
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
Lydia's POV"Things can't possibly get worse," I sighed sipping my coffee.Twenty minutes, that's how long I was at Starbucks asking myself if my parents were to show up and ask me about Justin what would I do? Tell them that after we broke up he moved miles and miles away from me to Connecticut? The number one reason why I didn't want to tell them about my breakup was because deep down I loved Justin and I was worried for him.My dad, Harrison Hayden was a former commander in the army, now him finding out that a man cheated on me would lead to that man either behind bars or dead. And I'm serious when I say dead. I still remember 2002 Texas when Robert Sanders asked me out to prom. Dad almost shot him but due to Robert standing his ground he eventually accepted Bob as the right guy for me which to this day he thinks I will miraculously end up with him.Now back to Justin. I didn't want dad to track him down, break
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
LydiaWeekends meant everything for me. A time to shop for microwaved dinners, a time to stalk my ex on Instagram, a time to walk Oggie in the park, a time to sit back relax on the couch and stress eat over how much ugly I was becoming and how I would die lonely with Oggie's graveyard right beside me but this weekend turned out to be a nightmare.It was only noon yet I felt that with so much chaos going on the day was at its peak. To start with, my parents who surprisingly decided to stay in LA at my uncle's place for a month wanted to get to know 'Justin better'. My mom seemed sincere but dad?He was still the same man who chased my suitors from our home with a rifle and the way this was going I think both the fake Justin and the real Justin would be killed by him. Now to start off, when I told Cornelius to wear a disguise so that he wouldn't be recognized as the famous billionaire Powers, I didn't expect him to show up with a fake stubble (claiming he ha
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
LydiaI had spent almost half an hour going through the documents in my computer. As a safety precaution I had both files on my computer and on the flash drive. Who else was Mafioso working with? Closing my laptop I let out a sigh puting my hair up in a loose bun. I looked over to see Oggie calmly sleeping on my bean bag. And my dad questioned the essence of having a beanbag, ha! It came handy at times like these.Hardly had I checked my windows for the third time when someone knocked on the door. Who in the hell visits anyone at almost midnight? Ok maybe strippers? Not that I had any grudges with them, but I had read once in a magazine, that s*x, the hottest funkiest sex happened at midnight. Now that I thought about it, would a male stripper really be knocking on my door?Why mine? It's not like he could smell my virginity from a mile away.Amazing how my brain would make up silly things when I felt sleepy!Slapping my forehead slightly, I went to the door t