LAYLA’S CELL PHONE beeped while she was at her desk, busy chatting on Facebook Messenger on her laptop. She picked up her phone and saw Anika’s text message. Come to my office, she told her. She left the conversation on her laptop and stood up and with her phone in her hand, walked towards her boss’ office.Anika, who was tinkering with her own cell phone, smiled generously at her when she peeked through the slightly-opened door, like her boss was a flower and she the sunlight she needed, and Anika gestured her to come inside. She walked inside and sat at the vacant chair in front of her desk. Anika put the phone down on her desk and asked her, “So I heard you already heard the good news about Allan?”She flashed her a shy smile. ‘Yes, ma’am,” she answered. “Sir Ambert called me up this morning.”“I’m just curious, maybe, you want to show him your gratitude.”Layla had been thinking on how to show her gratefulness to Ambert, and to Anika. “I-I don’t know how,” she said.Anika laughed.
“FORGET ABOUT ALLAN,” Ambert said when Layla remained speechless. “Forget that I helped you. Instead, ask yourself if you can tolerate me calling you, giving you and your family gifts, sending you flowers, texting you good morning and good night, asking if you’ve eaten or how’s your day, trying to make you and your whole family fall for me. If you can tolerate those and if you can feel a possibility that you’d one day fall for me, then, allow me to court you. Get to know me more. If you can see yourself marrying someone like me in the future,” he said and glanced at her at caught her blushing and then looking away. “Then date me. But if you’re feeling about me pursuing you is still the same before, that day when you rejected me, then, say it, tell me to go away, and I won’t pursue you. I will delete your number from my phone again, so don’t be surprised to receive a who you? when you text me again.” He chuckled and glanced at Layla and saw her with her head slightly bowed down, as
AMBERT SAW LAYLA closing her eyes as she kissed him before closing his own eyes and letting sweet darkness embrace him. He didn’t need his sight for now; all he needed for now was his sense of taste. And it got stronger when he shut his eyes as he returned his kisses. He had kissed a few pair of lips but he could judge quickly that Layla’s were the sweetest and the softest. He shut his eyes tighter and the sweetness and the softness of her lips intensified, like she was kissing a flower that was currently blooming on his lips and he was sipping all its nectar.He opened his eyes when he felt the hand of Layla on his cheek and saw him staring at him with tear-stained eyes. “I love you,” she said, almost choking with her words. “I love you so much, that’s why I was so scared to be with you because…” She paused and sobbed. “Because I knew that I would die once you found another girl.”He held her hand on his cheek and kissed it. “That would never happen,” he said and looked deeply in her
FROM LAYLA’S NECK, Ambert’s lips jumped back to her mouth, and this time, the kiss was more passionate and hungrier. And Layla answered it with the same fervor. His tongue slithered inside her mouth and her tongue gladly welcomed it and flirted with it and hugged it and twister and turned with it.They were both panting and gasping for air when their lips parted. “Take off your dress,” he said, his breathing hard and uneven. She took a quick glance at the door.“It’s locked,” he informed her.“What about Brian?” he asked while she put her fingers’ on her dress’ buttons, like she would unbutton them regardless of his answer.‘He won’t be here within thirty minutes. And besides, the door is locked, he can’t just barge here.”It was the only assurance she needed to throw all caution to the wind. She stood up and started taking off her dress while he took his shirt off while remaining sitting, his eyes never leaving her.He stopped his jaw from dropping as she stoo
IT WAS ALREADY past two in the morning but Layla still couldn’t sleep.She thought it would be a mortal sin to sleep tonight after everything that had happened yesterday. Ambert was her boyfriend now. How unbelievable was that? Didn’t she vow that he would forever avoid him? But then, he successfully changed her mind by being sincere and genuine. He made her feel his love for her, made her feel that it would really be a grave mistake to continue avoiding her because she wouldn’t find another man like him. If not for the heartbeat she was feeling inside her chest, she might think that he had literally melted her heart. When they kissed, he made her feel like she was drowning in happiness. Until now, she wanted to shiver every time she remembered his kisses. She could still taste his delectable lips, she could still smell his manly scent, she could still feel his hands on her body, she could still hear her soft moans whenever their lips parted and she could still see his eyes as he star
AMBERT SAW SOME confusion on Layla’s face when he confirmed to her that he was talking about France, the country. And he sort of had an idea why—she remembered his tryst with Sadie in that country. A woman who loved him would not easily forget that and it was for that reason that he wanted her to take to France, to Paris specifically, to have that memory with Sadie erased and replaced with brand new Paris memory with Layla. That every time he would remember France, or Paris, he would remember Layla and not Sadie; that every time he went to Paris, it was Layla he’d remember and his moments with her and not Sadie.And why did he suddenly remember Paris and had a hankering to travel there? Well, while inside Anika’s office, he saw the Eiffel Tower miniature he gifted her, standing proud on top of her desk.“I saw a post on your Facebook where you said you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower up close and personal,” Ambert said.“Yeah, I remember posting that,” she replied and then smiling awkw
AMBERT WASN’T SAYING anything but Layla could feel that something was bothering him. Yes, he was obviously happy whenever they got out and roamed and strolled—he was genuinely happy when they went inside the Eiffel Tower, he was obviously happy, too when they got to the city’s other tourist attractions, but every now and then, she would catch him getting lost in thought and would sometimes scowl at nothing whenever he thought she wasn’t looking at him.It all started when his phone rang at their first day here in Paris. It woke her up but she still was so sleepy she didn’t move and open her eyes and tried to sleep again. She felt Ambert climbing out of the bed and walking out of the room. She opened her eyes and didn’t see his cell phone on the night stand. She shut his eyes and fell into sleep again.And after that, something changed in him. The excitement in him seemed to decrease. Who called him? Was there a problem back home? Was it work-related? Or something personal? She didn’t
IT WAS AROUND seven PM when Layla got home and when she entered the house, she saw sitting on the living room couch beside Lillian a woman whose photos she had seen a lot of times on the Internet, specifically on Ambert’s Facebook but never in the flesh—Sadie. The woman was listening keenly to Lillian, and her beauty glowed, like somebody had snatched a star from the skies and dumped it on their sofa, even though she was dressed very casually. She wore a green shirt with floral design and denim jeans and no makeup.Ambert had since deleted all of Sadie’s photos on his Facebook account but Sadie, Layla discovered when she visited her Facebook account and Instagram once, still had Ambert’s photos. If she was just too lazy to delete those photos, or she still wanted to have a glimpse of Ambert whenever he logged on to her social media accounts, Layla didn’t know.And to say that she was shocked to see Sadie inside their house would be a vast understatement.“You’re here,” Lillian stood u