Layla Now that it's certain that I'm leaving the company, I'm already looking at options on where I can apply for my next job but at the same time, I still have the mansion that Louis gave to me. I just can't seem to decide when I'll put it on the market but before that happens, I plan to go there one of these weekends just to be alone and away from everything. It hasn't been too long since I came home and I rushed to freshen up and change my clothes so I can wait for him.Thirty minutes after I'm ready, he calls and my lips curve into a smile. "Hey, babe." "Hey, beautiful." "I'm ready now. I was thinking we could watch a movie." He sighs heavily from the other side. "I know I should be on my way to pick you up right now but something's come up and it's important, so I can't make it." I slouch with a pout in my seat. "I see." "I promise I'll make it up to you. This was just so short notice and it requires my attention because I'm the CEO. I feel awful." I smile. "Hey, you sho
LaylaTriggered by Nathan's tone of voice, I turn around, glaring at him. He scowls at me, but soon looks away while loosening his necktie.Just as I attempt to return to his desk, James chimes in with a forced chuckle. "Don't mind him. How about you enjoy the rest of your coffee break? It's almost time to get back to work anyway."I immediately realize what he's trying to do and still stop in my tracks to compose myself so I don't lash out. No matter how I feel, Nathan's not worth my time and I don't want to exchange words with him. But why is he so upset about this?Making my way along the hallways isn't any different from before as I still have people staring at me but now that I know the reason behind it, I don't feel so uneasy anymore.I get back to my seat and only a few seconds later, Mr Jones calls for me. Trish and Dave look at each other, then at me."What is it?" I ask both of them."Nothing," they respond in unison.I shrug, heading to Mr Jones office while ignoring all th
Nathan"No, I didn't tell her everything," I say to James, conflicted by that decision."You seriously didn't tell her?" He shakes his head and disapprovingly narrows his eyes."Back at the hotel, there was a moment when I spoke to Louis and I asked him if Layla knew. He didn't really give me a clear response. I figured it out on my own that she doesn't know."He sighs. "Then you should be the one to tell her.""No. She'll find out on her own.""What if it'll be too late by then? You're just going to let her find out the hard way?"I slam my fist on the desk. "Stop trying to make me feel awful." I look down at my watch with a heavy sigh. "We have about 10 minutes before this coffee break is over and this is the perfect time to speak to Layla.""You're going to tell her now? Are you crazy?" His eyes widen."What? No. I'm talking about what everyone knows here.""Right, I forgot about that for a moment." He nods. "Hey, are you sure this is the right time?""Yes. This is the perfect time
Nathan Ever since I took over Tech-Beet, I was certain that my past with Layla would never be discussed, so learning that everyone now knows makes me panic so much that I rise to my feet, looking at James with wide eyes. "How did they know about this and who the hell told them?" "That's what I've been trying to figure out myself for a long time!" He sighs. "Wait, how did you even know that they know about this?" "I heard it from one of the security guards." "What? Even the security guards know?" "Everyone does! He's like a friend now." "Let me get this straight. He just casually walked up to you and mentioned it to you?" "No, he asked me out of curiosity. It turns out that his cousin was one of the photographers from the event and that same photographer knows about you and Layla." "I see. So that's how it happened." I sigh heavily, feeling my heart race. "Now it makes sense why everyone was looking at me like that and I bet that everyone was looking at her the same way." "Ev
Nathan When I came back home yesterday, I drank some more whiskey as I couldn't stop thinking about Layla. Miranda only returned a few hours later and not once did she ask me why I was drinking again. It actually felt like she just doesn't doesn't give a fuck anymore. While I get ready for work, she's already awake, her back resting against the headboard while she types and scrolls on her phone. She scoffs so many times and sounds so bitter when she chuckles. I don't even want to ask what she's looking at. "What the hell is wrong with these people?" she finally says, looking in my direction. "What are you talking about?" I ask, watching her through the mirror as I reach for my necktie. "There's so much crap going on. Almost every gossip media site is talking about that bitch and her ugly dress from Saturday evening. Why is everyone sucking up to her? Is it because her boyfriend is Louis Lindgren?" "Is that why you're so upset?" "I'm visiting these sites to read some gossi
Layla My question makes me hold my breath when Louis pokes his cheek like I've just offended him or something. Did I go too far by asking him that question? The thought of it also makes my heart race a little. To my surprise, he gently places his hands on the sides of my face and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead, softly embracing me. "Babe, don't you see what Nathan is trying to do here? He hurt you and saw just how miserable you were when he left you. That's what he obviously expected to see even after the past few years. I'm the last person he would have thought would ever fall for you and yet here I am. He doesn't like that and he'll do anything to break us apart. But you know what? I'll never let that happen. You're mine and I want to cherish you forever." He plants more kisses on my forehead and I wrap my hands around his wrists, closing my eyes with a smile. "You're right about Nathan, that bastard." I firmly nod. "That's why you should never pay attention to what