Lyrica & Devon | AFTER MIDNIGHT
As Devon's wide eyes moved around the penthouse she was smirking. It was rather impressive and she was aware that Devon wasn't exactly from these circles. As he repeated that it was for show, she laughed.
"We have like six places, this is the L.A. one, my father has a not-so-secret private one here too, then there is the family penthouse in NYC, the vacation home in The Hamptons, a chalet in France where Mother is from, and the Villa in Peru, which is where my father is from." His eyes got wider and she shrugged. "They entertain here and sometimes they'll let big stars stay here when they want to really be 'personal.'" She made quotes with her fingers at that.
As he asked about her parents being with their lovers, she laughed. "My father has at least two, one a young Latin male model, the other some pretty blond boy whose signed to his label. My mother has her longtime lover, who doesn't come from money." She shrugged. This was her life. Her parents didn't marry for love.
"They married for money. For their inheritances and business purposes. My father prefers young beautiful men, my mother only ever loved Pierre, but he wasn't appropriate for her. So they married, had me, the only proof they needed that their marriage was real, and continued their lives." At the look on his face she laughed softly as she kissed him. "Its not that crazy. This is normal for me."
Lyrica knew it wasn't normal. It was crazy. Her parents didn't hate each other, infact they were best friends and her mother was a great mother. Her father thought giving Lyrica anything she wanted was all she needed. He loved his life, his music more then he loved her.
She was looking out at the city, thinking about how she'd just shared all that with him, when only a few people knew. Hendrix didn't know. He couldn't, he was on her father's label. Devon's arms came around her, pressing himself up against her back, his head resting on hers gently as he asked if he was special.
Lyrica smiled softly, as the breeze whipped her fiery hair around them, her face illuminated in the lights.
"I think I have room for one more troubled soul," she said softly, a gentle smile on her face as she leaned back into his arms, comfortable with him. "But are you sure you really want this little hot mess?" She laughed softly at herself as she tucked the wild strands of flame colored hair behind her ear.