Chapter 63: Does he fuck you good
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"Have I ever screwed you over, do you remember when that crazy red head from a few years back tried to pin her pregnancy on you?",
I felt my jaw tighten as I nodded my head. That woman almost destroyed me but it somehow disappeared.
"Who do you think took care of that?", He took care of himself. "And when Jimmy wanted bring you down before you could even get behind the camera, who do you think stopped him?", Again he pointed at himself.
"I see something special in you Drake, I always have",
I thought about his words for a long moment, believing everything he just said.
"Fine you have got a deal", I stuck my hand out to seal the deal.
"We will talk soon", He whispered when Jimmy and the other guy came walking out of the conference room. Then he winked at me and added in a louder voice.
"I think you making a huge mistake, Drake",
Fighting the urge, I shook my head and stepped into the elevator, turning to find Mike staring at me with confidence as the doors shut. That was the strangest fucking conversation I have ever had, but I'm actually thrilled to have Mike on my side. He was an incredibly smart business man and I couldn't wait to get started on my studio with him there to help me along the way.
Halfway down to the lobby, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Thinking it was Dakota with her pizza order, I unlocked the screen and I was shocked to find a text from Lynn there..
LYNN: Sorry for the delay. I'm in London for work. Luis is fine.
Her message might have been short and to the point, but she texted me back nonetheless. That was a start and one I could work with. Instead of texting her back, I shoved and tried to figure out what my next move was going to be. But firstly I had to buy Dakota's pizza.
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LYNN'S POV.....
"Thank you for your time, Francis. We will make sure everything is polished on our end and you will be able to see the first publication by the end of the week", Luis shut up his laptop and leaned back in his chair, sipping his appletine.
Francis looked extremely relaxed, leaning back in his own chair as his eyes moved between the two of us. He was a cocky man and wasn't ashamed to show it.
"I appreciate you two coming all the way from the States to handle this matter, my aunt will be thrilled", Then his eyes skated over mine, holding my gaze. "May I have a dance with you before you go",
Surprised I looked between him and Luis. Did he just ask me to dance?! What the hell?!
"I'm okay, actually I don't dance", I lied but It was my polite way of turning him down.
Francis smirked turning his attention to Luis.
"Her boyfriend won't mind, will he?",
Luis nervously looked between the two of us as I glared at him to say the right answer.
"I don't know", He blurted out.
"Drake is a very protective man over Lynn. I don't think he will be that understanding",
Francis let out a small chuckle, shook his head then leaned in towards me..
"I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, Lynn", He pressed a small kiss to my cheek before adding. "I just assumed that dating a porn star made you a little more fun",
The blood drained away from my face, as I leaned away from him in disgust. I grabbed my drink from the table and tossed it at him, drenching his expensive good looking shirt.
He inhaled in surprise, grinning wickedly when he realized what had just happened. The jazz club seemed to go silent as they gawked at what was happening. I didn't care though. How dare this pompous asshole say something like that to me?! And how the hell does he know who I'm dating?!
Security ran up to us grabbing both Luis and me by our arms but Francis held up his hands to stop them. "It's. Fine gentleman",
They released our arms but didn't move far away as if they expected us or me especially to do something more to Francis.
"You didn't actually think the queen would let you interview me without knowing every little detail about your life did you?", Francis smirked at me. "I have to confess I was both thrilled and surprised to learn who you dating, Lynn. Your Catholic parents from Seattle might love the fact that their precious daughter is dating a porn star", He leaned forward again.
"Tell me does he fuck you good?",
"You bastard", I went to hit him again but security men were faster and hauled me to my feet.
They had grabbed Luis too and they were leading us to the exist.
I glared at Francis over my shoulder and saw him smirking on the table. That bastard just humiliated me in front of the entire jazz club and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
My blood was boiling and my heart was pumping faster with pure anger. He had no right to say anything of those things. He knew nothing about Drake or what we had together.
.
And it was at this point that I realized that I should always stand up for Drake, no matter how much I was hurt for knowing that he was a sadist. I was still ready to fight for him.
"Fuck Lynn, are you okay?", Luis rushed over to me the moment we were thrown out of the jazz club and on to the sidewalk. I nodded and shook my head all at once. "He's a bastard and if we wouldn't lose our jobs, I would say let's ruin the prick", I have never wanted to ditch a story so much in my life.
It was clear that asshole was exactly who the tabloids had accused of being that and our story was to argue that it is not true.
