Lydia POV

'Are you staying in a hotel then?' Lydia asked hopefully; her house was being redone, she couldn't take him back there.

'Yeah, I've got the Penthouse in the Royal's hotel just out of town.' Isaac replied. Lydia knew the Royal's was the most expensive hotel in the area, the nicest one also.

Allison joined them. 'I got a suite there too! Do you mind giving me and Aiden a lift there too?'

'Does Aiden have a suite there too?' Isaac asked, confused.

'No, I figured you and I weren't going to get back together so I might as well have one night of fun before I go back to LA.'

'Actually, my car's only a two seater car… Did Aiden not bring his car?' Isaac asked. His pride and joy had saved him from what would have probably been the most awkward car ride in the history of awkward car rides.

'Yeah, but Ethan took off with it and Danny.'

'I can't, not tonight. Tonight we ride.' Isaac took Lydia's hand and led her outside to the clearing where all the cars were parked. There was Stiles' crappy Jeep from high school, he still had that piece of shit; Lydia's pink Audi TT; Aiden and Ethan's Mercedes that was missing; Danny's BMW; Kira's bright red Smart Car; Scott's Volkswagen and finally, Isaac's beautiful green Lamborghini Adventador.

'Wow. That car is only just more beautiful than you.'

'Every girl wants me for the car,' Isaac grinned and pulled up the passenger door, 'but that's okay, because this baby has got me more action than I could ever have got on my own.' Isaac gestured for her to sit inside and smirked his usual devilish smirk.

'Just so long as you didn't do it in here.' Lydia sat and then frowned. 'You forgot my coat.'

'I forgot mine too, but I reckon we'll be back in the morning anyway; we didn't really say hello to everyone.' Isaac slid her door down and opened his own.

The car purred as it sped, way over the speed limit, to the neighbouring town where the hotel was. Lydia was smiling.

'I think I'm in love with your car.'

'Don't worry, it only cost me $500K. Should be totally within your price range.' Isaac smirked when she look shocked.

'Unfortunately I could buy it, but then I wouldn't be able to afford my new basement spa and gym that they're installing.' Lydia bit her lip in a way that Isaac couldn't help but get turned on by.

'I guess I could sell my Audi and my soul to get it.'

'Well us millionaire's can buy two, so if you want one as an early Christmas present?' Isaac grinned when Lydia looked at him, shocked.

'Millionaire? Are you serious?'

'Soon to be Billionaire; it pays to write an autobiography on how awesome it is to tour the world and make millions from the songs you produce.' Isaac thought back to the newspaper article on his bestselling book and grinned; the book had sold over 5 million copies in the three weeks it had been on the market, and it was expected to sell almost double that in the week to come.

Lydia gaped. 'I want to see how big your house in Colorado Springs is, now.'

'Now?' Isaac raised an eyebrow.

'Well, not now, but-' Lydia stuttered to a halt. Did she really want a relationship with Isaac Lahey? Isaac who used to be so hung up on Allison, Isaac that had no self-confidence? She shook her head; he was different now. She could see it in his playful smirk and incredible fashion sense. Money and success had changed him, but for the better. She liked the new Isaac, but did he really like her? She decided to discuss it in the morning, at least then she would be more turned on by him, rather than his beautiful car.

Isaac just grinned at her as he pulled up to the giant hotel. Lydia could see the penthouse from the car and one side if it was completely glass. She could tell that that was the side that viewed the sunrise.

Isaac got out of the car and jogged round to her side, the gentleman that he was, and opened the door for her, before leading her inside the building.

The hotel itself was a beautifully modern white and wooden furnished building, the lobby was cosy and inviting, with a fire in the simplistic fireplace. The sofas were plush and comfy looking and it gave off a general vibe of warmth.

Lydia loved it. She had always hated rustic furnishing; it reminded her too much of her parent's house and the fighting that had always been present within. She loved the modernistic feel and how Isaac generally blended in, even with his stupid trilby hat.

She didn't, however, love the way he flirted with the pretty assistant. He was laughing with the girl and it pissed off the part of Lydia who was territorial. She tried to brush off the feeling and grabbed a magazine to read and pretend she wasn't in the least bit fazed at his blatant attraction to anything with legs.

She loosely skimmed the first few pages until a name popped out at her: Isaac Lahey.

The article read:

Isaac Lahey, the popular in-demand DJ that made the UK no.1 RaceCars, has returned to the scene with yet another number 1 hit, and just in time; the public was beginning to lose interest in favour of the likes of Avicii and Martin Garrix…

Lydia skimmed the rest of that paragraph, but then it got interesting again:

Lahey, known for his hits, his bestselling books and his sold out tours, has another trait that he is known for: being a notorious womaniser. Many women have fallen into his embrace because of his money, his amazing car, his good looks and his award winning charm. These women have stayed the night, but been gone in the morning. Lahey once quoted 'the ladies love me, and I wouldn't change it for anything' when he broke up with latest girlfriend of only two weeks, Holli Smith. Holli Smith, a beautiful model in her prime, would have been thought to be a definite catch, but Isaac moved on fast, with a new girl within two days. So we warn you, stay away!

Lydia looked up, surprised. She looked at Isaac, who was still charming the receptionist, and saw what she had missed before, the tell-tale flirting and running his hands through his hair, smiling that flirty smile and raising a cheeky eyebrow.

Finally, Lydia decided to put the magazine down. She scolded herself on caring; she didn't want a relationship anyway, so what was she so afraid of. It used to be the other way round, she'd be the one having meaningless flings with hot people. Now it was Isaac. Lydia told herself it didn't matter, and walked over to him.

'What's the hold up?' She asked, as charmingly as possible, while the receptionist glared at her.

Isaac grinned at her and took his key from the receptionist's proffered hand. 'Jane likes to play games.'

Lydia noted that Jane was the receptionist's name.

Isaac walked off, and Lydia followed him into an elevator, where the walls were made of glass and mirrors. Lydia faintly remembered Isaac's fear of small places, but he looked fine. She guessed it was the glass.

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