“Tell me about your family? I think it’s important that I know something about them before meeting them, don’t you think?” Lydia asked glancing up at Drake.
Drake hesitated and for a moment Lydia didn’t think he was going to open up to her, but to her shock he did.
“I have a little brother Sampson, he’s five years younger than me. I remember the day my mother and father brought him home. I was so excited. Mother and father were really busy while I was growing up. Father with the family business and mother with her shopping and luncheons so it was just me and maid Amelia growing up. Amelia tried her best to keep me entertained but she could only do so much. The moment mother and father brought Sampson home I knew I would have a best friend for life.”
Drake sat quietly lost in his memories of his younger care free days before he continued.
“Even though there was a five year age gap, Sampson and I were as thick as thieves. He followed me everywhere and I loved every moment of it. I remember one time I had been invited over to Gregory George’s house for his birthday party and Sampson threw a fit begging me to take him. I finally gave in and decided to take him with me, well when we arrived Gregory and his friends made fun of me for bringing my kid brother, so I punched Gregory in the face. His friends tried to tackle me and little Sampson stood up by my side with his fist in the air ready to fight. Gregory’s Mother ended up calling Amelia and by the time she picked us up, Sampson and I both had black eyes and huge grins on our faces.”
Drake was smiling recalling the memory and then his face turned it a glare as he recalled the darker part of that memory.
“It was also one of the rare nights my Father came home early. Mr. Gregory was my father’s business partner and he told my father if he couldn’t control his own children that he’d pull his business from my father’s company. My father had Amelia tie me to a chair so I could learn a lesson in discipline and then he took his belt out and whipped Sampson until he was covered in welts up and down his legs. Sampson was only 8 at the time. I was just barely 13.”
Lydia let out a shocked gasp and Drake gritted his teeth before continuing.
“I felt so helpless sitting there, listen to my baby brothers cry for help as my father beat him. I swore from that day going forward I’d be nothing like my father.”
“Oh Drake,” Lydia grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “Is that why you left home as soon as you turned eighteen and didn’t turn back.”
“If only that was the reason.” Drake muttered quietly. “But that is a tale for another night. For now let’s talk about something more cheerful.”
“Okay,” Lydia said smiling up at him. She wasn’t expecting Drake to share such an intimate part of his past, but she was glad he’d opened up and shared it with him. Instead of work it almost felt normal being here with Drake, like they were a real couple.
“So Sampson met his fiancé Madilyn when he was in grad school. They met their freshmen year and it was love at first, at least that’s the way Madilyn tells it. I don’t know much about Madilyn, but from the few times I have met her, she’s a sweet and kind soul. Sampson is a lucky man. And I can tell he loves her.” Drake said sprawling out on the couch throwing his arm over Lydia’s shoulder.
“Do you know anything about Madilyn, anything that’ll help me win her over?” Lydia asked relaxing into Drake’s side feeling the relaxing effects of the wine.
“Just be yourself.” Drake said glancing over at Lydia a smile on his face.
“Be myself?” Lydia asked looking up at Drake. “So you want me to tell her all about the life of an Escort.”
Drake leaned over and grabbed Lydia’s chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Lydia.”
“Liddy.” Lydia interrupted him. “My friends call me Liddy.”
“Liddy,” Drake continued starring into her eyes. “You’re more than just an escort. Don’t talk down on yourself.”
Lydia bit her lip under his intense stare. She felt a stirring of arousal in her belly. She wanted him to kiss her breathless, but instead Drake pulled away.
“We should get some sleep. We have a long drive in the morning.”
“Oh yes. Umm sleep. Where will I be sleeping?” Lydia asked him, feeling shy again and embarrassed about wanting him to kiss her.
Drake smiled devilishly, “With me, of course.”
“Oh.” Lydia said quietly.
“Don’t worry I won’t bite.” Drake chuckled standing up from the couch and pulling Lydia up with him.
He started walking towards his bedroom door, and Lydia walked beside him quietly. As soon as they reached the bedroom Drake slammed the door shut behind them and grabbed Lydia into his arms and pressed her up against the closed door.
“ I know you wanted me to kiss you on the couch.” Drake growled, before slamming his mouth down on Lydia’s.
Lydia let out a low moan against his mouth, parting her lips allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance as Lydia ran her hands across Drake’s muscular arms. Drake’s hand skimmed her waist wandering up towards her chest, where he squeezed it through the shirt.
“Mmmm” Lydia moaned.
Drake broke the kiss, leaving Lydia breathless.
“Do you want this.” He asked his voice a low and throaty. Lydia could tell from his voice and feel from his body how turned on he was.
Lydia nodded shyly.
“Words Lydia.” Drake said leaning down sucking, licking, and kissing her neck. “I need to hear you say you want me as much as I want you.” He nipped her neck.
Lydia let out a hiss. “Yes, Drake, yes. I want this. I want you.”
Drake pins Lydia up against the wall, slamming his hands on down besides her arms, pinning her in place. He leans into her and crashes his lips into hers. He slides his knee in between her legs spreading them wider, pushing himself against her. Their tongues battle for dominance, Drake coming out the winner. Drake mouth enters Lydia’s and she sucks on his tongue biting ever so gently. Drake hisses. “Sss, you vixen.” He smiles seductively at her, grinding his hips into her causing her to release a small moan. Drake leans forward again and starts to kiss and suckle on Lydia’s neck, leaving bite marks along the way. Lydia’s hands leave the wall and start roaming over Drake’s body. Her hands trace down his muscular arms and She grabs his hand and brings it up to her mouth and sucks on one of his fingers causing him to let out a low groan. Drake continues to
Lydia awoke the next morning feeling sore and throughly used. As she rose to go to the bathroom Drake pulled her back down into the bed. “Ahhh!” Lydia squealed not expecting Drake to yank her down. “Just a few more minutes,” he yawned sleepily. “Drake, if I stay in this bed any longer I’m going to pee myself.” Lydia pouted trying to wiggle free of his grasps. Reluctantly Drake let her go, and Lydia booked it to the bathroom to use the facilities. ‘What a perfect way to start your morning.’ Lydia thought to herself smiling. Her smile quickly turned to a frown though as
Lydia was a bundle of nerves walking into the restaurant. Drake grabbed her hand and gently rubbed the inside of her palm with his thumb, his was of reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. Drake walked over to the hostess stand. “We’re here for the Whittenberg party.”“Names?” The petite hostess asked not even bothering to look up from her screen.Drake was irritated at her lack of customer service but he tried to remain cool.“Drake, Drake Whittenberg.”The hostess let out a small gasp before looking up.
"What is she doing here?" Dianne shouted, causing the makeup artist and the photographers to stop what they were doing and stare at Dianne and Lydia, waiting to see what would transpire between the two of them."Mother!" hissed Sampson. "You are causing a scene and I invited her. As I recall this is MY engagement photoshoot.""Sampson," Dianne looked at him disapprovingly. "I expected this nonsen from Drake, but never from you. This is a family photoshoot. Think of the press."Lydia was fidgiting with her hands nervously, she didnt like the scene that Dianne was causing."I.. I can just go wait in the lobby until the photos are done." she said meekly."Nonsene," Drake said wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "As my romantic partner, you should be included in these photos. The photoshoot is the start of the Wedding Adventure. You are my guest to said wedding. I dont see w
As Drake approached the writers table with Lydia in tow he felt a sense of excitement. He’d love improve in theater when he was younger and now he was getting to do it again, this time for a major magazine.“Do you know the gist of improve?” He whisper to Lydia, the writers table just a few feet away.“Umm refresh me, what’s improve again?” Lydia asked a hint of nervousness in her voice.“It’s where you make something up right on the spot. So I’ll start and then you make something up along the way. We will take turns answering questions it’ll be fun.”“ Uhh I think you and I have a different definition of fun.” Lydia let out a nervous chuckle.“Come on Lyd, you’ve got this. Where’s that fierce tiger that came out earlier?” Drake teased her.Lydia swallowed loudly.“Okay, let’s improvise.&rdquo
Lydia sat curled up in the car rubbing her bare foot. “You owe me a footrub.” She said smiling at Drake before scowling. “And maybe a cheek rub too. I didn’t realize I would be smiling so much today.” “Ah yes,” Drake said with a sigh, “The Whittenberg family loves their publicity, well as long as it’s the right kind of publicity.” “Your mom is something else.” Lydia said putting her foot back down on the floor of the passenger seat.“Is that the polite way of saying she’s a total nightmare?” Drake asks. Lydia chuckled. “It seems she really wants to match you with Jessica. She practically threw her at you all afternoon.” “My my my, are you jealous princess?” Drake asks waggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner. “Me jealous? Never! I just feel like I’m failing at my job. I mean you did hire me, so your mother wouldn’t throw every eligible bachelorette your way.” Drake frowned, as if he’d forgotten Lydia was his escor
“Who’s this?” Lydia asked picking up the photo of the woman. Drake’s mind was racing. Fuck, he’d forgotten he had that picture of Amelia hung up in his room. He wasn’t ready to open up about Amelia yet, but he also didn’t want to lie to Lydia. “Can we put a raincheck on that?” Drake asked, reaching out for the picture.Lydia gave him the photo without hesitation, it was after all someone who was important to him at one point in time. “Is it Amelia?” Lydia whispered. She was hesitant to ask, but the only time Drake acted odd was when Amelia was brought up, or his family was around. Drake’s brows furrowed together, his was now glaring over at Lydia. “Damnit Lydia, Why can’t you just drop it? Can’t you tell I don’t want to talk about.” He said in anger, running his hands through his short red hair. Lydia was upset Drake would take that tone with her, yes she knew she was nothing to him but an escort, hired for her services, but
Lydia heard Drake let out a sigh at his mother’s shrill voice, shouting up the stairs. Lydia could hear her heavy footsteps as she climbed the stairs. “Drake.” Lydia groaned grabbing his head from between her thighs. “What Princess?” Drake looked up at her smiling mischievously, “You don’t want to give Mother Dearest a peep show? It would be her own fault for walking in.” Lydia couldn’t contain her laughter at Drake’s shenanigans, “As much as I would enjoy the look on your mother’s face for catching us in such a disgraceful act, I would rather not have to deal with that.”Drake let out deep sigh, “Fine.” He sighed stepping away from Lydia, helping her down from the desk. Lydia quickly busied herself, pulling her skirt down, and adjusting her hair. Seconds later, Dianne burst through Drake’s door a scowl on her face as she looked over at Lydia. “Can’t even be bothered to knock anymore Dianne?” Drake said addressing his mother with a s