Layla POV
"We both know you wouldn't make it. You owe a lot of money to many people, and if you don't sell it to me, you will have to go public. You will lose so much money that you will never recover, so take the win, accept the money, and let me buy you out so I can save the jobs of the people who are trying to save your ass every day," Richard says. I can't help but feel impressed, and the man really knows what he is doing. He knows what to say to get the job done. I want to be like him when I grow up.
I can feel Gustaf's eyes on me, and I shift in my seat. I pull my legs closer together as if he has all of sudden gained x-ray vision, and he can look at my legs through the table. I know it's impossible, but it's incredibly uncomfortable.
"Who do you think you are? You can't talk to me like that", Gustaf says, and Dylan clears his throat as he leans forward on
Layla POV “I’m sorry, what?” I ask, and he gets even closer. The car stopped abruptly, and his arms wrapped around my body, keeping me in place, and I realized I didn’t put my seatbelt on. I am now almost lying on top of him while the driver shouts out of the window. All I can hear is noise, background noise, and it feels like the world has stopped moving, and there’s only me and this beautiful specimen of a man. My eyes are locked on his, and I lose my will to move. I stay still as his hands move slightly down, and he touches the bare skin on my back. I feel a chill down my spine, and the entire world disappears. All I see is the blue from his eyes, staring back at me as if he is reading my soul. With no warning, his mouth collapses on mine, and I let out a small moan. His hands move to my hair as he rests one hand on the back of my neck and the other one he places on my ass as he lays back down on the back se
Richard POV I toss and turn, not being able to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about Layla, about how she feels and how she tastes. I still can’t believe she is the same girl from Dylan’s party. I still need to figure out how she went to the party, who took her, and who she was escorting. Why was she with different hair? The way she looked at me when I kissed her in front of her building. I couldn’t just go away and had to kiss her one last time. I had to do it for my sanity. One last time, I had to smell her skin against mine, kiss her lips and taste her before I went completely insane and I kidnapped her to devour her body. I promised myself that that was the last time I would kiss her. I can’t risk it. I really can’t She is my employee, works for me, and has already made me lose my mind twice, and it can’t happen again. It won’t happen again. I get myself ready f
Layla POV “Miss, you really should let us examine your head,” the nurse says for the thousandth time since we got to the hospital, but I shake it. I don’t need anyone to check on me; I need them to keep Jo safe. I close my eyes as I rest my head back on the chair they brought into the room for me. I try to push away the memories of how my night went from splendid, dreamy even to my worst nightmare. I couldn’t fight Leo off, he was a lot stronger than me, and he managed to get to Jo. I really hope the police get to him. I feel so bad for her. “Layla?” Jo whispers, and I lean towards her and grab her hand. Her bruised eye locks on mine, and she offers me a small smile. She tries to move but immediately groans in pain. “I am sorry,” she says, and I smile, shaking my head as I feel a single tear stream down my face. “What are you apologizing about?” I ask, an
Laila POV"How are you feeling?" I ask Jo as she flops on the couch after we get home from the hospital. It's been four days since the Leo incident, and I have to say that after Richard put his credit card under everyone's noses at the hospital, Jo go treated a lot better and faster. There was no wait for a nurse to come help move her or to give her the medicines."Miss, where would you like these?" Nando asks with a smile on his face as he holds the crutches and our bag with some clothes and toiletries that Richard got for us. I haven't seen him since that day, but he has called, and Dylan even showed up once to check on us."Near the door is fine, Nando. Thank you so much, " I say, and he smiles as he places our stuff down and stands near the door."There's food in the fridge. Mr. Ashford made sure you had ev
Richard POV I open my eyes as I hear the phone ringing. I blink twice before grabbing the phone charging on my bedside table, and bringing it to my ear. “Hello?” I say, feeling like if I close my eyes right now, I will go back to sleep. “I can’t find her, Richard. I don’t know where she is”, I hear Pamela’s voice on the other side. I immediately sit up on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor to bring me some balance. “What is going on?” I ask as I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my eyes. “Mia, she’s not on her bed. I tried her cell, and she’s not answering. I can’t find her”, Pamela says, and I stand up, feeling my heart beating so fast that I feel like I am about to pass out. Where are you, Mia? “When was the last time you saw her? Did she go out with her friends?” I ask
Layla POVThe elevators open half an hour later, and Richard walks in. He is dressed in his light gray suit and a white shirt with a dark gray tie. I watch as he waves at me as he talks on his phone and he walks into his office. I grab my iPad and follow him. He is sitting behind his desk when I arrive and looks frustrated.“I told you that if it happened again, you would go to a public school Mia. I am tired of paying people off trying to get you to stay there, so that’s final,” Richard says, and I frown.Richard waves at me to sit while he breathes heavily on the phone. Mia, who is Mia?“Mia, I told you what is going to happen, and after the stunt, you pulled yesterday, you should be thankful I am not sending you to an all-girls boarding school,” he barks, and I raise an eyebrow as I look down at my iPad. Is Mia his daughter? I
Richard POV “I’m here to see my son,” I hear my mother’s voice coming from the door, and I take a deep breath. I know exactly why she is here. I bet that Mia already filled her grandmother’s ears with all sorts of bullshit. “Of course, Mr. Ashford is just at his desk” Layla moves out of the way, and my mom strides inside my office. Her thick coat handed over her shoulders and her leather gloves. She is the personification of New York fashion week. “Mother,” I let out as I stood up and walked to her, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles politely, and before Layla leaves, I ask her for tea. My mother would kill me if I didn’t make that happen straight away. “Would you please bring us some tea?” I ask, and I can feel mother’s eyes on Layla. I take a deep breath, helping her out of her thick coat. She passes me
Layla POV "Mr. Ashford's Office?" I say as I answer the phone. "Hi, I'm calling from Julien Gilmore for Mr. Ashford," the girl on the other side of the line says. I don't even want to interrupt what is happening there. "I am sorry, but Mr. Ashford is in a meeting at the moment. Would you like to leave a message?" I ask, and the girl types away. "Sure, please ask him to return the call as soon as possible," she says politely. "I will, thank you," I say before ending the call. As I am typing away in my diary, the call from the woman from dinner the other night waltzes into the office. She stops in front of me, her eyes scanning my body. "Can I help you?" I ask, and she smiles. I can tell she is not happy about seeing me, but nothing I can do about that.