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LAYLA 27/60 FRIDAY "I guess we won't stop this." My voice was barely a whisper. As soon as I let go of the words, my mind processed their dual meanings. "No, we won't." His tone was gruff and raspy. My chin is dangerously close to his lips. It's so close. Wait, is that related to the head placement on his chest or Thompson Pharmaceutical's impending doom? If I was indirect, he'd be willing to play harder. "What are we going to do?" He took a breath and then lowered his hands in a circle by my side. Disappointment? I can't be mad at him for not putting them around my waist. "I don't know." He whispers back. I nod a bit, but he can't really see me. "Do you think it's wise to see Thompson?" I drifted backward, peeking inside my office to avoid eye contact with him. "It could backfire. Let's say he doesn't believe us. They bought shares. They signed the contract. There's nothing he could do." "At least he'd have a fighting chance?" I met his gaze for the second time. Green
LAYLA 34/60 THURSDAY I cleared my throat, riding myself of a small itch there. Who was I kidding? A sudden itchy throat. "Obviously, that's code for you to stay here while I go to another hotel." I sounded hoarse, and Aiden's gaze flicked from the receptionist to me. "You had better ideas. First, with our hectic schedule, there isn't enough time. Second, you know we shouldn't be moving willy-nilly." Really? Willy-Nilly "Knowing that you have a problem with words on large screens, I'll speak at grade ten level from now on. I can certainly understand." I returned his offer with a stern glare. Aiden was right, despite his silly last words. And the smug bastard knew it. "Fine." I sighed in resignation, closing my eyes while mumbling heavenly prayers. I heard keys jingling in my face, and I peered in front of me, taken aback by Aiden's face. "We need to rest. Big day tomorrow." He returned, pulling both of our bags before leading the way. I'll regret this. I can already feel i
LAYLA 34/60 THURSDAY "And you'll hate how much you like it." He's maddening. There was no way in hell he just stood in front of me and uttered those words as though they were nothing. I curled my fists and faced the mirror, twirling a few strands of hair between my palm. Heat pooled between my legs. That is definitely from the hot shower I just had and the burn in my belly. It's a rage. Those are the only explanations I'd accept. The others are not plausible because they imply something I refuse to accept. What I found funny was how Aiden didn't understand how inclined I'd be to prove him wrong if he thought he was right every damn time. Send me to hell's gates before I even kiss him again. It will never happen. Over my rotten corpse. The door's knocking jolted me out of my thoughts. I blame hunger for my impulsive thoughts and actions. Food is here, now I can eat, sleep and not remember Aiden's words. I made my way to the door, unlocked it, and peeked my head out to look.
AIDEN 35/60 FRIDAY If this were any other city or country, I'd be in an art gallery criticizing silently, and admiring paintings, but this is Hawaii. Father would have cut me off completely if I screwed this trip up which meant being locked inside the hotel room until the meeting starts and finish. I'm on thin ice with the Thompson merger going awry, and I refuse to give him a reason to bite back. Although Grant Smith hits back in the end, I'm delaying the inevitable. Our client called an hour ago, pushing the meeting even further. Layla left. She's not a scandalous face in the city. I stayed back at the hotel, counting the ceilings and groaning as I turned over the bed sides. "The city is so beautiful!" Layla exclaims, barging into the room with a small bag filled with treats. I groan and turn over, covering my head with a pillow. "I'm too excited to be bothered by what's going on with you. I should come to Hawaii more often." She quips, taking a seat on the other side and
LAYLA 36/60 “The documents look good. In fact we’ve only been holding off because we weren’t sure about other things aside from the company, of course.” Aiden yawned, biting his lower lip. “I’m sorry?" “The PR related to Penelope and Quentin is the only concern.” I quirked my brows. They weren’t sure because of the wedding. But Penelope held back on the wedding because they weren’t sure. Something is wrong. “I’m glad everything’s settled. It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Aiden got off the chair and shook hands with the investors. I grabbed the files, placed them in the directory, and followed them out. “You have a weird look on your face.” Aiden mused, waiting around the corner for an Uber. “It’s just the investors. They didn’t seem reluctant at all.” “Makes our jobs easier.” He shrugged “Yes. We announced the wedding, so they’re okay with it. But Penelope must have known their reluctance was because of the wedding.” “Now who’s paranoid?” Don’t overthink it. We
AIDEN36/60SATURDAYHanging by a thread. That phrase hadn’t meant much until this moment. She pulled too hard, and I'd have cracked but she caved first. How delicious this night became. A brush of her lips against mine, a flicker of everything that could come if we both gave in. We did.“Don’t punish me again. I’ll lose it.”I warned. A ghost of a smirk crossed her lips before they parted and kissed me. We starved. I was, at least.We kissed like hungry animals, deprived of the feeling for too long, as though we needed it for completion. She invaded my senses, her tongue seeping into my mouth, bottom lip sucking on mine, and a whimper escaped her lips at her pleasure.“We shouldn’t do this.”She circled behind me, placing her unfinished drink on the dresser, then faced me with uncertainty.“We shouldn’t.”She agreed, blinking her lids and staring at the mirror behind us. She fixed her eyes on my reflection. The bulge. Our lips met again.The burn. The feeling of being alive, wanting
LAYLA 38/60MONDAY. "I'm so pathetic."She jerked her head. Further words silenced as she sobbed.I didn't foresee this turnout after a surprise visit."Don't. I'm glad you opened up. Penelope, this is marriage. If you felt this way, why didn't you say something?"Because of the agreement, decisions had already been made. Then we fell in love and everyone kept coming to conclusions. It's mainly my fault. I delayed the wedding announcement for months. His parents yearned for more, and I didn't. I couldn't...""Pen..."I knelt underneath her. "Do you love him?" She nodded her head in affirmation. "I know I do. Sometimes the lines blur between commitment and love, but when it's just us. There's no doubt.""What do you want to do?""Be with him. Not with millions watching our actions, waiting for either of us to make a mistake, Just us together."I sighed, reaching out for her hand.Aiden and I needed to talk. The wedding was in roughly 2½ weeks and we missed out on the crucial part. T
AIDEN 38/60"She is sober." I acknowledged as I huddled her back against the door, skipping her waist and reaching behind to cup her ass instead. I propelled her against my chest, provoking her to moan out loud. Was I a sociopath for delighting in my father being down the hall? Chances of his hearing were low, but still. I tended less to his judgment. Damn his perfectionist expectations. This makes me feel alive.My unrestrained hand drove through her belly, gliding over her chest and circling her neck. I thought back to the whimper I obtained the last time as a reward. It was even better when she rubbed herself against my thighs, moving at a stable pace, taking pleasure in herself without help from me. I moaned against her lips, thrusting my hips into her. She sighed, implying I was doing right. Slowly, we pulled away from the door and reached the desk. I released her neck to grasp both legs, tossing the paperwork on my desk to make room for her in the middle. Then we pulled away