4 I bought you!
1778 Words
Lydia stretched herself with a yawn and rubbed her eyes. She hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.
Lydia was lazy and didn't want to open her eyes and shrank back under the covers. The comforter today has a particularly nice smell and the hormonal flavor is light, reassuring and fascinating.
Lydia's eyes remained closed, trying to enjoy this rare and pleasant morning.
"Awake?" A man's voice.
"Yeah." Lydia subconsciously replied, but her eyes widened in the next second.
There was a man in the room?
Lydia sat up sharply and a nose-bleeding image came into her view.
Vince came out of the bathroom. The white towel was casually wrapped around his lower body, and there were still some beads of water on his chest that had not yet dried. The early morning light spilled through the curtains onto his muscles, and Lydia couldn't tell reality from dream for a moment.
"I have ordered some women's clothes and daily necessities. From today on, you don't have to go home."
Vince glanced at Lydia. She wore a pair of sleepy eyes and her lips slightly parted. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then went to the checkroom and began to get dressed.
The door to the checkroom was left open, and Vince unwrapped the towel, and Lydia immediately covered her eyes with her hands.
She had never seen a grown man naked before.
Wait! Naked!
What happened last night?
Lydia recalls what happened last night. She got wet, then she got a little drunk……She met Vic again, oh no Vince, and then ...... then she couldn't remember anything.
Vince took her back home!
Lydia looked down and checked her body. It seemed that nothing was out of the ordinary, except that she was wearing a man's T-shirt. The t-shirt barely covered her buttocks, and her long, slender legs were bare and without panties.
What had happened?
Vince walked out of the checkroom while buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. Seeing Lydia's flustered appearance, he snickered. "You slept like a mummy last night, and I have no interest in having s.ex with a mummy."
Lydia never expected that meeting Vince again would be such an embarrassment.
Vince was wearing his suit. He wasn't the same man as he had been in college; he had become more mature, more composed, more arrogant and more dangerous.
"Wait for me tonight," Vince said, and left the room.
Lydia's clothes were soaked with wine that Vince had thrown away. Lydia had no clothes and had to curl up on the bed with her arms around her body, like a prey just brought back to the lion's den.
It was a luxurious bedroom. The feel of the sheets and quilt made it difficult for Lydia to estimate their price. The room smelled like a man's house. All the supplies and decorations are cool in tone, reminding her of the cold character of its owner.
It was a room without any sign of being inhabited by a woman.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door, and a woman's voice was heard: "Miss Jones, Mr. Evans' purchases have arrived. May I come in?"
"Yes ...... okay." Lydia wrapped herself tightly around the covers, not wanting anyone to see her nakedness.
In came a woman in her 20s dressed in professional attire. She skillfully directed the servants to carry boxes of things into the checkroom.
Everyone was professional. Soon, the checkroom in the bedroom was half occupied by women's things.
The woman in professional attire places a piece of paper on the table. "My name is Vivian. Here is the list of items and my number. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me."
Everyone left the room as if nothing had happened.
Lydia carefully got out of bed, her feet hitting the carpet without a sound.
Lydia walked into the closet and covered her mouth in surprise.
This was too much.
Although the Jones family had been in debt, Lydia had grown up as the child of the rich. Yet she had never seen so many luxury items in a private checkroom.
The women's clothing in front of her was amazing. Whether it was lingerie, dresses or coats, none of them were top luxury brands.
In addition to clothes, there are bags from Chanel and Hermes, jewelry from Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels, watches from Patek Philippe ......
What does Vince want to do?
If it were any other girl, they would be screaming and fainting at that moment, but Lydia wouldn't.
She has a great sense of insecurity.
To Vince, Lydia was an ex-girlfriend who had dumped him.
Lydia remembers Vince's anger last night.
Vince should hate her, so why did he spend so much money for her?
Also, why did Vince say she didn't have to go home?
Lydia immediately put on some clothes and walked downstairs. A butler-like man was waiting for her.
"Hello Madam. Mr. Evans said you can go anywhere you want, but please use his chauffeur and bodyguard."
Lydia doesn't dwell on the mode of travel, she gets into the car Vince has prepared for her and heads home.
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"Oh, my darling daughter, we are so proud of you." Lydia was hugged by her mom, Megan, as soon as she walked in the door.
Even Abel Jones, Lydia's father, who had been reluctant to see Lydia, went out to welcome her.
"Mom, I-"
"Oh, honey, come and see our daughter. Look at this Chanel suit on her. It's the latest model, and so many people can't even get a chance to reserve one, but our daughter got it easily."
A smile of satisfaction appeared on Abel Jones' face.
"Dad, Mom! I think there's something strange going on. I'm going to stay home for a while, and when things settle down I'll leave LA quietly."
"What are you talking about!" Abel's smile was replaced by anger. "You're not going anywhere, you're not staying at home, and you have to listen to Vince Evans. You're his now."
"What's the meaning? I'm not an item, Dad."
"You should be glad you can still be an item and exchange some money for our family's company. In the past few years, you pretended to be innocent and kept refusing to be Richard's lover, causing us to lose his investment and go into debt. If you dare to ruin my partnership with Vince now, I swear I will sell you to a brothel immediately."
"Did you get the investment? The investment Vince gave? What were the terms? Did you sell me out?"
Megan went out to round things up. "It's a happy ending for everyone. We got the money and you got a golden bachelor ......"
"Mom, if it wasn't Vince, but an old, abusive billionaire who offered you money, you wouldn't hesitate to sell me, would you?"
"Put away your b.itchy antics!" Abel warned Lydia fiercely. "You better be submissive. Whether he wants to marry you or not, you're going to hold on to Vince's heart and then give him a baby. If you are ever abandoned by him, I will not take you in. From now on, you are just a woman bought by Mr. Vince Evans, not my daughter."
Lydia couldn't help but take a few steps back. Although her father had always disliked her, he had never looked at her with such malevolent eyes.
Lydia looked at her parents, and she felt like she suddenly didn't recognize them.
This house was no longer her home.
Lydia tried to keep the tears from flowing as she turned to leave.
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A spacious and bright meeting room. Everyone left after the meeting, except Vince, who was still sitting in his boss's chair, pondering.
So much had happened between last night and this morning. He didn't even know what he was doing.
He had always been a calm and quick-thinking person, but today he felt his mind was so messed up that he couldn't even remember what had just happened in the meeting.
"Vince, Vince!"
Cecil shouted his name as he rushed into the conference room.
"I heard you almost emptied the luxury stores all over Los Angeles today! What are you doing? Is this about the woman you brought home last night?"
Vince didn't retort.
Cecil's jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock. "Are you serious? My God! Countless women have been waiting to have one-night stands with you for the past 3 years, and you've been so unresponsive to them that I almost thought you were gay. Thank God, now your passion for women has finally exploded."
Vince glared at Cecil.
Cecil approached Vince with a gossipy look on his face. "Looks like you were pretty happy with her last night ......"
"Get out of my way and stay away from me." Vince moved away from Cecil.
Cecil rolled his eyes. "I'm just happy for you. No wonder all the women want to be near you. You're so generous, if I were a woman I'd try to get you too. Haha, you're done, Vince, you're in love."
Annoyed, Vince stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the bustling scene of Los Angeles, and kept thinking back about his feelings when Lydia was in his bed.
He thought he was angry. He had planned to make love to her and then abandon her, so she could taste the sadness too. But as he held Lydia in bed, he realized he couldn't bear to do anything to hurt her.
They had been in love but had never made love, and Vince didn't want to take away Lydia's v.irginity when she wasn't sober. He was afraid Lydia would regret it and that his eagerness would hurt her.
Damn! Last night, Vince had to face the truth. He still had feelings for Lydia.
But 3 years had passed. He couldn't tell if the feeling was love or not.
Instead of making love to Lydia, he took off her clothes and cleaned her body.
F.uck! Lydia's tempting naked body was on the bed, and he couldn't do what he wanted to do.
There is nothing in the world more torturous to a man than this.
Of course, Vince didn't let Lydia off the hook that easily. He kissed her yesterday, smelling the wine, from her lips, to her collarbone, to her breasts, to her belly, to her thighs, and even that special part of her body.
Vince doesn't know why he did that. Last night he felt anger, ecstasy, pleasure and shame.
Shhh, it's Vince's little secret that no one knows about.
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