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Chapter 8 A Jewel Her parents had denied any knowledge of the jewelry that appeared in her room. Delia suggested that Mihai had somehow put it into her room as a surprise gift. Lydia told her there was no card or letter, so she wasn't quite so sure. Lydia called the police station to talk about the issue and to ask if any large diamond pieces have been stolen in the district recently, or anywhere that they knew of. The person on the phone told her that some diamond jewelry have been stolen in another town, but he didn't think it was anything quite so large as she described. A large jewelry store had a great stroke of luck, though, when a fabulously wealthy man came in and purchased everything they had for sale. The store was known for high quality jewels, some of them quite large. Lydia asked who the man was, but they did not know. She was advised not to worry too much about her surprise little gift, and if someone reports a missing diamond necklace matching that description, then they would call her. Of course, they warned her not to go off selling the jewelry, just in case, at least not for a while. Lydia refused to admit it to her parents, but she really loved this necklace. It was so regal and showy and it really made the wearer look like a queen. She knew that because she secretly tried on the necklace and earrings in her room with the door locked and the window covered. Sometimes she put her hair up in a makeshift bun to admire the shape of the necklace and the sparkles against the skin. Sometimes she walked around in the nude, with those jewels on her flesh. She liked to pretend she was a queen who walked around naked in order to make the flashiness of the jewelry more obvious. Then something rang in her head one afternoon as she was admiring her jewelry … Mihai's voice. “ So please treat him like a king and you might get a diamond necklace.” A diamond necklace ... Lydia felt blood leave her feet, making them cold, and then blood leave her face, making it colder. No ... no. She shook her head. No. If he wanted to give her a necklace like this he'd give it to her, face to face ... but that would not be appropriate of him. She knew she was almost forbidden, legally an adult but very young when compared to him. Oh shit. The next day she told her father her suspicions, but he laughed at the idea. “Sweetheart, Mihai's the one who said something about diamonds first, right? Mihai's the one who paid so much attention to you. He must be the one who bought everything in that store, and he must be the one who gave you that as a secret present.” “But Dad, he went out on a date with Prudence! He's never tried to date me!” “Well call him,” suggested Charles. Later Lydia sat in her room and called him. He answered, but sounded pretty sleepy. “Hello?” “Hey, Mihai? Can I ask you a weird question?” “Why not?” “I found a diamond necklace. Did you sneak it into my room, and if so ... what the fuck were you doing in my room?” There was a pause. Then Mihai laughed. “How expensive does it look?” “Expensive enough to feed a few families,” Lydia replied, drumming her fingers against her knee. “Did you give it to me or not?!” “Yeah, yeah. That's your graduation present,” he said, but Lydia didn't like the mirth in his voice. “The fuck is wrong with you?! I called the damn police over this!” “But I love leaving gifts for people to find. It's the most positive prank you can think of.” Lydia put her palm to her face. “Then why didn't Prudence get a gift?” “What makes you think she won't?” Lydia growled but said, “Well that was a very lavish gift and I do not know how to thank you.” “I can live the rest of my life like a king by selling small box of gems my father gave me one year for Christmas. Don't worry about it. Bye!” He hung up on her. Lydia felt that she needed a bubble bath. Rich people are stressful. *** “You are going to buy a few things for Lydia's friends and family,” Mihai had told him earlier. Vlad understood why. It was worth it. As a naked Lydia Deetz pranced about her room on the TV screen, a diamond necklace on her throat, Vlad realized it was totally, one hundred percent, worth every little penny. He felt a bit too hot and had to get out of the hottub. He sat on a chair instead. She was so beautiful, too beautiful, delighted dark eyes and soft lips, wild black hair ... bouncing breasts and elegantly curved hips ... excited fingers ... He could imagine her dancing about his room, saying the most adorable things ... “Cât de generos din partea ta!” How generous of you! “Acest lucru mă face să mă simt colier ca un rege!” This necklace makes me feel like royalty! “Tu mă iubești atât de mult! Vreau să arăt toate femeile cum mă iubești! Du-mă la o petrecere, te rog? Te rog? Vor fi tot atât de gelos atunci când văd acest diamant!” You love me so much! I want to show all the women how you love me! Take me to a party, please? Please? They'll all be so jealous when they see this diamond! His hand went to his shaft when he thought of her putting her arms around him ... And then that woman burst into the room. He yelped and put a towel around himself. “Hey Vlad,” said the woman, “where are your weapons? I feel like stabbing something with a ...” Her sentence faded away as she looked at the screen, her eyes bulging a bit. “This isn't going to end up on the Internet, right?” Horrified at that idea, he shook his head and said firmly, “Never!” She rubbed her temple and looked at the floor. “She doesn't know about this.” “Obviously not,” he said. “This is disturbing,” said the woman. “You are disturbing,” retorted Vlad. She looked at the television and pursed her lips. “I'll give you that one, but man, you will delete this … is it live?” “No.” “Good, now you will delete these recordings.” He stood up as he tied the towel on his waist. “Why? She will never know.” “This is a severe invasion of privacy.” “You invade my privacy, often, and sometimes for the most trifling reasons!” His voice was quite loud, but the woman did not flinch. She rocked a bit on her feet, considering his words. Then she halted her movements and said, “She may not find out, and once you have her as a wife you will delete these videos.” She sucked at her teeth and walked off, muttering something like, “Why do you have to be my favorite?” ***
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