Layla ( four years later) “Listen, I'll call you back, ok? I need to tend to a few things. No, I should be off soon, we'll meet you out there.” Danny has been acting weird lately. It's worrying me. It hasn't been long since we got married. Did he really get tired of me so soon? I mean I gave him two beautiful kids, and I have done my best to make him happy. I get it, I have been so busy with everything around the house and kids that, maybe, he feels I don't pay him much attention anymore. “Danny, dinner is ready,” I say, softly, trying to hold back tears as thoughts of the possibility of an infidelity could be at bay. “Thanks, ladybug. I'm not very hungry. I might be here late.” he says as he sits in his office at home, going through piles of paperwork. He's been expanding his restaurants throughout the southern regions of California, and he's been planning on opening a new restaurant in the northern parts. This means he will probably be at home less. “Are you sure? Maybe I can bri
✨✨Prequel to Loathing Logan✨✨🌺Layla🌺I went back towards the room, but I was pulled back again. Daniel seemed reluctant to bug me today."Ah, hey! Daniel, let go!" I say, irritated, but he just wouldn't budge. He pulls me by my arm and drags me into a different room. The place was empty and dark, but I could still see the lights coming in through the glass wall on the other side. He closed the door after him and ran his hands through his hair. He looked absolutely charming; I won't lie. He wore black dress pants and a fitted buttoned-up dress shirt in gray. His hair was slick back like always. One thing that had never changed was his haircut. I remember when I met him, he was going through his bad-boy greaser look; with the denim jeans, the leather jacket, and t-shirts. He was much more sophisticated now. It was rare to see him in anything else other than business clothes."Why are you still being so complicated with me, Layla? How many times do I have to apologize to you for what
Layla"To what do I owe the honor of this second call of the day?" I asked cheerfully, making dad's laughter resonate on the other side of the line. "Well, I know I called you earlier today, and you're probably busy and all, but-" "Dad, I can never get tired of talking to you, you know that," I said, sitting on my window sill. I looked out smiling as I saw kids running and playing with a soccer ball in the courtyard."Your mom begged me to call you back and remind you of your sister's birthday. You are coming home, right?" he asks, making me groan internally. I had no desire to go. We have been so busy, and I don't think taking a few days off will help our situation. My sister always goes all out for her birthday, and honestly, she deserves it since she is such a hard worker, but I hate that it gets swarmed with paparazzi and social media everywhere. Being the daughter of a big-shot fashion designer means going off the grid, like me, to avoid being harassed by the media, or being t
💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨Layla (one week later)My sister's birthday is not for another two weeks, but I can't stand to be here anymore. This morning I got up extra early and went to doctor Sherley's office.She sits in front of me with my letter of resignation in hand. "Layla, I know this whole situation is hurtful, but please consider your job. They are not worth the joy this job brings you, and...think of all the kids you have helped? They'll miss you. I'll miss you." she says as I stare out the window into the open space. The more I am here, the more fatal I feel. Trevor and Stacy have tried to talk to me numerous times, but I am too hurt and angry to speak with them. "I know... But I can't be here anymore. I need to get away before I do something I will regret in the future." I say as anger bubbles up inside of me. I wipe away my tears and look down before closing my eyes. She sighs and folds my letter. "Look, I'll tell you what? Why don't you take off earlier for your sister's b
LaylaWe all sat comfortably and ate our meals. I have to say, dad was right. The food was incredible. The service was the best. The waiter was so kind. Everything was just... Incredible.But I was still disappointed that Mr. Too busy with meetings didn't make it. God, why the hell am I acting this way? I'm over him. Plus, my heartbreak was over losing Trevor and my best friend. Not him. "I think I'm going to go with an all-white and gold dress this year. Plus, the whole idea of making it into a masquerade is going to make it so much more excited, don't you think?" my sister spoke with such enthusiasm about her birthday. She has a lot of self-love, and I praise her for that. She certainly deserved a grand birthday. "Definitely. I can't wait to see you in that dress." I smiled as I admired the dress that dad's fashion designer had created for her. She had a few snapshots on her phone and showed them to me as we talked about the details of her party.A waiter came by and sat plates
🌺Layla🌺I went back towards the room, but I was pulled back again. Daniel seemed reluctant to bug me today."Ah, hey! Daniel, let go!" I say, irritated, but he just wouldn't budge. He pulls me by my arm and drags me into a different room. The place was empty and dark, but I could still see the lights coming in through the glass wall on the other side. He closed the door after him and ran his hands through his hair. He looked absolutely charming; I won't lie. He wore black dress pants and a fitted buttoned-up dress shirt in gray. His hair was slick back like always. One thing that had never changed was his haircut. I remember when I met him, he was going through his bad-boy greaser look; with the denim jeans, the leather jacket, and t-shirts. He was much more sophisticated now. It was rare to see him in anything else other than business clothes."Why are you still being so complicated with me, Layla? How many times do I have to apologize to you for what happened five years ago?" he
LaylaWhen I met Daniel, I had a ladybug in my hand. The cute ladybug had landed in my hand and didn't want to leave. I carried it around almost all day, making sure not to hurt it until the ladybug finally decided to fly and stay in a nearby tree outside Dad's office. Danny noticed I had been carrying the ladybug around all day. He came over and held the ladybug for a while before giving it back to me. This is why he began to call me ladybug. He said it was a cute gesture of me to take care of the ladybug. I had just turned nineteen, and when he knew my birthday had just passed, he surprised me with a necklace with a tiny ladybug pendant. I wore it from that day forth, never wanting to take it off. Until the day after we had been together, the day he broke my heart. I took it off, put it away in my jewelry box, and never wore it again.I drove toward his house; the car was too quiet. "Let's see what you listen to these days, Danny-boy," I said as I reached forward and turned the v
LaylaIt wasn't long before I fell asleep. I wanted only to be here for a few minutes so Daniel could fall asleep, and then I'd leave. Yet I ended up falling asleep.I must have woken up around nine in the morning to my phone going off. I was still drained, and my feet ached from carrying that man into his home. I looked over and saw I was lying on the bed all alone. I got up, reached for my phone, and saw my sister on the line. "Hello?" I answered with my voice still a bit groggy."Hey, sleepy head!" I groaned at her morning enthus. She was always so perky in the morning. "Karly...good morning.""You slept over Danny's!" I rubbed my eyes and yawned, causing her to laugh."Yeah, so?" "Tell me what happened? Did you guys hook up?" she says, whispering the last part."Who hooked up with who?" I hear dad and Shawn yell in the back."No one!" she yells after them. "No one hooked up, Karly. The man was gone entirely, and by the time I got him into bed, all I wanted was to rest for just