Chapter 15: Drake

“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 she thought perhaps their relationship was on a friendly basis too.

“You know Drake, you can be a real prick. Forget I even asked,” Lydia said crossing her arms and turning away from him.

She started to walk towards the private bathroom, but Drake grabbed her by her arm, stopping her.

“I’m sorry Lyd, this place, being back here, it just puts me on edge, it brings back so many memories.” Drake said pulling the resistant Lydia into a hug.

“You don’t need to tell me your deep dark secrets Drake, but as your friend, just know that you can lean on me and talk to me. I know Amelia is a tough subject for you, but sometimes talking about it can help.” Lydia said, wrapping her arms around Drake’s neck, tightening their embrace.

Drake stiffened at Lydia’s use of the word friend, but didn’t say anything to correct her. What were they if not friends? Their relationship had blossomed into more than just that of Contractor and Contractee.

“ I mean, if you can’t talk to your hooker, who can you talk to?” Lydia said chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension in the air.

Drake let out a low growl. He loathed when Lydia called herself a Hooker. Lydia pulled back a little, looking up at Drake.

“Is there something wrong handsome? You seem to have gone all feral on me.” Lydia said a small smile on her face.

“New rule.” Drake growled. “No more calling yourself anything but my girlfriend, from this day forward, you are mine.”

“And what does being yours entail,” Lydia asked Drake seductively, her hand sliding down from his neck to his chest. Her heart warmed at the fact he didn’t like her calling herself a hooker or an escort, even if that was her actual title.

“Well first things first Lydia, have you ever fucked in someone’s childhood bedroom?” Drake asked suggestively.

Lydia thought for a moment a smiling breaking out on her face, “ Well, I can’t say that I have, Why do you ask?” Lydia said her hands sliding lower on Drake’s chest sitting just above his waistband.
“Why don’t you get undressed and I’ll show you.” Drake whispered in her ear, his breathe hot against her neck.

Lydia stepped out of Drake’s arms, grabbing the hem of her skirt, getting ready to pull it down, when there was a light tap on Drake’s door.

“Master Drake,” came Alfred’s voice, “Madam Whittenberg has requested your presence in the dinning room. She’s asked that you wear something formal.”

Drake rolled his eyes, annoyed at his mother’s request. He pulled Lydia close to him again, ignoring Alfred at the door, as he leaned down and kissed Lydia’s lips. The kiss was anything but soft and sweet, it was hard and intense, full of anger and frustration, as Drake pushed his tongue into Lydia’s mouth, quickly dominating her. Lydia let out a small moan at Drake’s intensity, but it was muffled by his kiss.

Alfred knocked again. “Ugh Master Drake, can you hear me?”

Drake pulled away from Lydia letting out a small sigh of frustration. “Yes Alfred, I can hear you. Please kindly tell Dianne to Fuck Off.”

‘Uhh..Uhh…”. Alfred stuttered trying to think of a response. “Are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” Alfred asked nervously.

“Okay okay.” Drake said, “Please tell Dianne to Kindly Fuck off.”

“As you wish Master Drake.” Alfred responded, seemingly upset by Drake’s response. Alfred hated when the young master returned home. It seemed like there was nothing but fighting between him and the Madam and Master of the house. Drake would not bend to his parents will, they weren’t use to a power struggle. The Whittenberg’s always got what they wanted.

Drake continued to kiss down Lydia’s neck, nipping and sucking on it, “Now where were we?” Drake asked huskily.

“If I remember correctly, you were going to strip for me.” Lydia said breathlessly, the way Drake was kissing her neck was distracting her.

“Mmm, nice try Princess but I specifically remember telling you to strip,” Drake says stepping away from Lydia.

“Okay, Lydia said walking away from Drake, towards his old computer desk, “But will you help me unclip the back of my skirt? Lydia asked, while bending down onto the desk. “It was a bitch to button, and I don’t want to strain a muscle trying to reach back and do it by myself.”

Drake jumped at the opportunity that presented itself, she had no idea, but it had been his fantasy since high school to bend a girl over this desk and take her from behind. “Fuck the clothes, he growled, striding towards her. He pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties off to the side, he got down on his knees, and admired her dripping wet cunt. He leaned in and gave it a kiss, causing Lydia to buck with anticipation. “Mmm, Princess, you smell so good, and you are so wet for me.” Drake groaned.

Just as he was about to devour her, he heard Dianne’s shrill voice, “Drake Anthony Whittneberg, how dare you reject my invitation.”

***Leave it Dianne to cock block lol. Hope you enjoy the update. Leave me comments below. Thanks again for taking time out of your day to read my novel.***