Chapter 29: Lydia

“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 ordeal.


“Later love,” Drake murmured to Lydia kissing her gently on the forehead, escorting her to their place at the table and pulling out her chair for her, before taking his seat beside her,


Lydia’s stomach was in shambles. How could Drake make such a big decision without consulting her first. If they were to get married with Madilyn and Sampson it would be the real deal, there would be no going back from it, if they wanted to end their arrangement they would have to get a divorce. While Lydia was enjoying the time she spent with Drake she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make such a big commitment to him. When she finally married someone she wanted it to be the real deal, she was already an escort, she didn’t want to have to add divorce to her playbook as well.


“So did you want to schedule a reservation?” Madilyn asked interrupting Lydia from her thoughts.


“Oh sorry Madilyn, what was your question, I must have zoned out, my mind has been racing a mile a minute since Drake agreed to rush the wedding.”


“Oh no worries darling,” Madilyn responded, always the sweetheart, “ I totally understand bridal jitters. I was wondering if you wanted to go to Versailles Atelier Bridal with me once we reach the main islands. They’re a small bridal boutique and they carry all the name brand dresses. I’m sure we could find something there that you’d love, and with your build, I doubt you’ll need any alterations.”



“Uh sure Madilyn, that sounds wonderful.” Lydia responded feeling a knot forming in her stomach. She couldn’t even bare to think about wedding dresses right now.


“Perfect! I’ll call up Armando and book us a day at the shop. It’ll be so much fun, I can’t believe I get to go shopping with my sister.” Madilyn giggled full of glee.


“Not sisters yet.” Dianne chirped in.


“Soon enough mother.” Sampson responded, “No need to spoil the fun.”


“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Dianne replied, her tone laced with discontentment.


“Well it’s a good thing you don’t then Dianne.” Drake responded glaring at Dianne across the table.


Drake glanced towards Lydia to see how she was faring, she seemed to be taking the news relatively well, but Drake knew she had a killer poker face.


“Shall we head to the ballroom?” Madilyn asked, pushing her plate away as she stood up from the table.


“Umm I’m actually feeling a bit nauseous,” Lydia responded following suit and excusing herself from the table, “I think I’m going to take my leave and lie down for a bit.”


Dianne cackled, “Drake, if the chit is pregnant you don’t have to marry her to save face, there’s other options. It’s not like you have to keep the child.”


The guests could see the fury radiating off of Drake, “Dianne, Lydia is not pregnant, and even if she was pregnant, I wouldn’t feel obligated to marry her, it’s the fucking 21st century. And if you ever so much as hint at having me abort my child because you aren’t fond of their mother, I will go to the press immediately and spill all the family secrets. I will ruin you and the Whittenberg name. Keep your fucking nose out of my business. My life isn’t your god damn responsibility anymore.”


“Language,” Dianne hissed looking around to make sure only the immediate family was in the vicinity still, ignoring everything else Drake had to say.


“Lydia.” Drake said offering his arm to his fiancé, “ I’ll escort you to the room.”


Lydia accepted his arm graciously, glad to leave Dianne’s presence and eager to speak with Drake.

Once they reached their cabin and locked themselves in their room, Lydia turned to Drake looking at him angrily. “You didn’t think to consult with me first before agreeing to move up our “wedding date.” Lydia asked making air quotations.


“I didn’t think you would be upset.” Drake responded casually, not seeing what the big deal was. He knew in his heart he wanted to spend every waking moment with Lydia, even if he hadn’t told her this yet.


“Why wouldn’t I be upset Drake, how are we suppose to get married under pretense. Sam and Madi are getting married for real, the officiant will be real, we will be expected to sign our marriage certificate in front of everyone.”


“Would being married to me be the worst thing in the world?” Drake asked stepping closer to Lydia.


“Of course not, but there are some parts of me, that I wanted to keep untarnished. Marriage is one of them. I don’t want a divorce added to my many list of faults.”


“Who said we would have to divorce?” Drake asked, grabbing Lydia’s chin and tilting her face up, skimming his thumb across her lips.


“Clearly you wouldn’t want to keep up this farce,” Lydia responded, feeling her core tighten with Drake’s nearness, it had been sometime since they’d been together as a man and a woman.


“Why not?” Drake asked, “It would give you unlimited funds, access to the best healthcare for your mother, and the ability to quit the escort service.”


“And what would you gain from this marriage?” Lydia asked her voice sounding more like a purr. Damn Drake and the effect he had on her.


“I would gain a smoking hot wife who’s very experienced in the art of coitus, and I’d also have a date to every formal or family function that I was required to attend.” Drake responded brushing his lips gently across Lydia’s making her gasp.


“So a marriage of convenience?” Lydia asked,


“Something like that, yes.” Drake responded trailing kisses down Lydia’s neck.


“And what happens when you want more than convenience?” Lydia asked trying to cover all the bases.


“We will cross that road when we get there.” Drake responded nibbling on Lydia’s neck causing her gasp.


Lydia’s mind was starting to cloud with desire and she couldn’t focus on their current conversation. “You win this battle,” she responded to Drake, throwing her arms around his neck, before pulling him back onto the bed with her.


“Mmm I like where this is headed.” Drake responded, his erection pushing up against Lydia’s thigh.


“Oh shut up and fuck me,” Lydia cried out, wanting to feel Drake inside her.


“As her highness wishes.” Drake responded, pushing his pants down and Lydia’s dress up, before burying himself inside her.


Lydia let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion but her body had been ready for Drake and soon they were dancing an all too familiar dance.


“Wow,” Lydia responded breathlessly after Drake came inside her, “That never gets old.”


“No it doesn’t,” Drake said just as breathlessly, although one of these days I will take the time to worship and devour every inch of your body.”


“Maybe on our wedding night,” Lydia joked, “it could be your gift to me.” She laughed, her walls squeezing around Drake who was still inside her. She felt him begin to harden once again inside her. “Round two?” She asked waggling her eyebrows at him.


“I’ve always been one to go for seconds,” Drake responded as he began to move inside Lydia once again.


Lydia’s phone began to ring an all too familiar ringtone interrupting their love making session.


Lydia groaned. “I have to get that.” She said as she pushed Drake off of her already missing the way he felt inside of her. Lydia quickly grabbed her phone off the nightstand answering it on the third ring. “Hey Mia.”


“I hear congratulations are in order.” Came the non too pleased tone of Mia Novella.


“Congratulations?” Lydia asked playing dumb.


“Don’t play coy with me girly.” Mia hissed clearly irritated. “It’s all over the media. The most eligible bachelor Drake Whittenberg has been taken off the market.” Mia replied haughtily obviously reading the title of an article.


Wow, the press really worked fast, Lydia thought to herself.


“Don’t think that means you can get out of your contract with me,” Mia hissed. “You signed on a five year term and you’re only on year two.”


Drake could hear Lydia’s conversation with Mia and he could feel his temperature rising. “Hand me the phone beautiful.” Drake spoke to Lydia holding his hand out. Lydia happily handed her phone over to him, not caring to talk to Mia any longer.


“Names your price.” Drake said into the phone.


“I’ll have to go over the numbers.” Mia responded not caring for Drake’s tone.


“Will half a million work?” Drake asked feeling impatient already.



“Let’s make it a million and I’ll destroy Lydia’s file completely.” Mia hummed.



“Fine.” Drake hissed. “The funds will be in your account by the morning, I’ll have my PI over in the morning to verify everything bout Lydia has been removed from the facility, including the hard copies.”



“I wouldn’t expect any less.” Mia responded before hanging up the phone.