Let The Game begin

CHAPTER1

Lydia Spencer was displeased with the way events unfolded within the last 48 hours on campus. Every fraternity at Whitman was undergoing investigation due to the unfortunate situation David Jones experienced. David was knocked down at Spring Fall and was left half dead. The intense aspect of this investigation has thrown Lydia into a desperate mode: saving the image of her sorority.

Lydia was a fearless and career driven woman who would stop at nothing to let her notoriety be felt among her peers. Her piercing green eyes expressed charm and danger. And she was ready to do so by fair or foul means. “I understand increased security naturally means increased scrutiny, but I promise we will not be weakened.” Greta firmly assured Lydia.

As the both climb the stairway to Lydia's room, she further pledged her allegiance. “Let me tell you. I would rather lay down my life than David Jones or anything else shatter what we've achieved”

Lydia calmly replied “ Let's hope for the best.”

Lydia’s styled blonde hair and her great taste for the finesse fashion enhanced her goddess look. She thrived on manipulating and seducing others to get whatever she wanted. She was a perfectionist. Even though she portrayed herself as a strong willed woman, within her, lies the fountain of insecurity.

Greta opened the door to a large room, with paintings and souvenirs plastered on the wall. The floor covered with a 1950 silk red carpet, Lydia's mother got at an auction in Morocco. Lydia gracefully walked to the nearest window, she spotted a car in the driveway. James Damon and Lydia’s mum just pulled over.

Lydia watched intently, unfazed as her mother held James’ face with both hands before plunging a passionate kiss on his left cheek. James stepped out, grabbed his bag then smiled as he walked by the driver's side.

“The stats are quite impressive, I guess you need to take a look at them.” Greta remarked.

For a moment, Lydia seemed lost in her thoughts, gazing through the window as the Aston Martin DB5 engine sound faded in the horizon.

“ Is that so?…” Lydia turned away from the window, walked past Greta, snatching the list of girls yet to be vetted to join the fraternity.

Greta hesitantly added “ um..and, we are yet to corroborate every data before the final day.”

“ Where's Audrey Jondo?” Lydia cut her off after screening the list.

“ Oh… you mean the vice President's daughter, Audrey?” she asked.

“Were you dropped on your head as a child or is there another Audrey Jondo?” Lydia sarcastically snapped.

“ No, sorry.” Greta swiftly took her eyes off Lydia, and stared at the floor.

“She isn't on the list because she's on the Omicron legacy, I think… I'm sure her mom would rush her there since she's legacy” she continued.

James got through the door at that moment. Put his bag in the Fenomen classic sofa set behind Lydia, and right in front of them took off his clothes. Greta further explained “ moreover, she's not rich considering the fact that her dad is on government salary”

“ Some things are more important than money, Greta,” said Lydia with a stern face. “ Since when?” Greta sharply asked

James, in a reflex, turned to look at Greta and said “ don't mind me by the way,” now taking off his pants. “ I need to take a shower after the long drive.”

Lydia's eyes still locked on Greta.

James turned to Lydia and asked “ Miss me?” Lydia replied.“What do you think?” “Still hostile as usual,” said James, walking away naked to the bathroom.

“ Is there anything else?” Lydia asked. But Greta disturbed, stammered profusely, incapable of letting out a word. Finally she mastered courage “Oh… I have to go. Bye.”

Lydia waved at her.“ Love you.” Lydia then walked to the bathroom. “ Nice ride in” Lydia jovially said. “ It was boring and long.” James remarked. Changing the subject, Lydia quickly asked him, “Tell me, do you know Audrey Jondo?”

“Audrey Jondo? The vice President's daughter? He asked.

“No, the Pope's daughter” “What's wrong with you too?” Lydia acting out.

“Why should I know? She is not on any social media. Only appears with her family in magazines or newspapers. Sometimes in boring journals” James pointed out. “ Anyways, I'm interested. “ said Lydia.

“ What? In a boring and most nothing girl I ever heard of” James answered disdainfully.

“ Hmmm, I still believe there should be something nice about her anyhow.”

“ What's all this anyway? Where are you going with all this” he asked.

“ Don't tell me you wouldn't like to take a shot at the Vice President's daughter?” She slammed in.

“Get to the point Lyly.” Finally Lydia coughed it out. “ I want her!”

“Last year Spring Formal stained our image and we find ourselves on the line this year because of David Jones' misfortune” she explained.

“I still don't see the problem here.” James stuck his head out of the shower.

“ With all the scrutiny going on, one thing is sure, no one will dare kick the Vice President's daughter's fraternity off Whitman” she emphasized.

“I want you to persuade her in the only way you can.”

James slowly pulled forward away from the shower, looking on calmly, rubbing the foam off his body. He understood where the conversation was leading to and breathed in quietly every word she uttered. His face lighted up anticipating pleasures ahead.

“What's in it for me when I deliver?” he asked, his left hand gently rubbing his chest, steadily looking at her. Lydia's countenance enjoyed the moment. She has been waiting for him to ask. She turned around, looked in the vast mirror in front of her.

“Wouldn't a thank you be enough?

“How thankful enough will you be? James asked.

“I'll give you what you want.”

“Officially speaking, how good is your word?” He sought for more clarification.

Lydia took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror and said: “me”

“Exactly the way you've always wanted for an entire day” she clarified and walked closer to the shower, looking intently in James' eyes. “And the cherry on top is a hefty hundred thousand dollars” She added.

They both silently looked at each other. The tension between them escalated for a moment.

“ Hmm.. I'll take that as a yes” She said, after she spotted a hard-on, looking below his abdomen. She walked out of the bathroom. Teasingly denying him pleasure and satisfaction.