Damon's POVI walked into my building and today I felt like greeting no one, even if I greeted it would be a cold morning or just wave a little. Usually my employees would be the one's that forced to somehow greet me and today I wasn't interested. I wasn't in the mood to talk or see people.“Cancel all my meetings for today”, I ordered as I walked to my receptionists desk and her eyes widened at my demand before she took out her diary and started paging through it“But sir, that's what you said yesterday and all the meetings were postponed to today. I can't keep cancelling them”, she put her diary down and placed her hands on her hips.“Carla please for once, just do as you're told”, I deadpanned as I slowly past her desk and walked towards my office, and she let out a long exaggerated heavy sighAs I continued walking, a pair of high heel sounds started following me and whoever it was, she definitely couldn't walk in heels. The clicking of the heels didn't make that rhythm Layla usua

Damon's POVThe guys and I decided to go out tonight. It was a Friday night, so it's a boys night out. Besides, I needed to get the hell out of that house, since I was practically invisible in my own space.Quinton was back from visiting his high school friend and things went back to normal again. I just felt like puking my guts out when I saw him and Layla getting closer every day.“Finally”, Matt and Taylor chorused as I walked through the bar doors“Sorry guys, had some things to do before coming here”, I sat down, and they had already ordered some beer for me. I could do with something cold right now.“Do any of that stuff involve your gorgeous wife?”, Matt winked“No, but I think some of that stuff will have to do with me punching your teeth out”, I hissed, and he roared with laughter“So, how are you holding up?. Any more fist fights?”, Taylor asked whilst sipping his beer.“I don't wanna talk about it”, I sighed, he and Matt looked at each other“What's with the questions? I ca

Layla's POVI woke up today and felt like doing absolutely nothing. I wasn't actually doing anything, but today I just felt like sitting all day in my room wearing my PJ's and watch a series on Netflix or something.I spend the entire day in my room. Mary came to check up on me. She was indeed worried, but I brushed her off by telling her that I think I'm coming down with something, so she bought me something to eat because she was concerned that I wasn't eating well.Just when I was about to tune into another episode, cuddling with one of my pillows, the door burst open“Okay. That's it”, Quinton stormed into my room, holding his hands up before placing them on his hips“Have you ever heard of the term knock?”, I asked sarcastically, and he stroked his chin whilst posing to think“No, not really”, he came to sit near me on the bed, already helping himself to my snacks. “What's wrong? Are you okay?”“Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?”, I raised an eyebrow at him.“Well I don't know”, he shrugg

Layla's POVWe arrived at the gala event, and it was really beautiful but suffocating at the same time. I really did not like to be around a crowd of people. Quinton immediately disappeared in that very crowd the second we walked through the doors, promising he'll be back as soon as he could after he rubs shoulders with people that could be potentially interested in investing in his studio.Damon kept his arm around my waist all the time as if he was possessive over me or something, and it was somehow uncomfortable because I felt like a caged bird in a huge crowd of people"Damon Kingsley", a middle-aged man called after Damon, and he turned with a smile on his face with extending his arm for a handshake"Rob", his lips spread into a smile. "It's nice you see you""You bastard", Rob pretended to be mad. "What's this I hear you got married, and I didn't even get an invitation?""It was a last minute thing", Damon turned to look at me. "We couldn't wait to get married. A spur of the mom

Layla's POVI got a call from my Dad, and he was worried that something had happened to me because I didn't call him yesterday .... I forgot.“You don't sound okay, what's going on?”, he asked for the second time, concern raining from his voice“I think I'm coming down with flue or something, but I should be fine”, I tried my best to keep my voice as cheerful as it could sound because if he sensed that I was crying, he would probably be on the first flight here to murder Damon. After persuading him that I was okay and there was nothing to worry about he finally hung up.“So...”, Quinton sat next to me, stretching his neck nervously. “I'm going back home later on tomorrow”“Already?”, I whined, and he laughed. “I thought you would stay a few more days”“Yeah I thought so too, but something came up back at home and I should attend to it”“What came up?”“Some property opened up, and I might have a spot to finally open my own studio”“Quinton!”, I screamed excitedly as I threw my arms ar