Layla stood up in haste as she turned to face Nolan."S..ir.." she stammered in surprise. When did he get to where she was?"Who were you speaking to?" He asked as she stumbled backward, facing the ground."No one," she replied shakily. Up till now, this man still scares the living hell out of her."Where are the files I told you to work on?" He requested as she quickly walked to the table."They're here, sir, but I've not finished working on them," she replied."Take this," he handed a key to her as she looked at it curiously."Si..r," she stuttered, collecting the keys from him as she looked at it curiously."Do you have a car?" He asked as she shook her head, indicating a no."That's the key to my penthouse," he began as Layla squinted her eyes. Why was he giving her his house key?"Have this also," he gave her another card which contained an address."That's the address to my penthouse. After closing from work today, take the files you worked on there," he instructed, and Layla no

Nolan was not comfortable with himself the moment Layla stepped out of the house; his inner man was troubled, and he fought so hard with himself to keep calm. But he became more uncomfortable when the rain started pouring down heavily. Based on the kind of environment he lived in, he was fully aware that there was no way she would find a taxi at this time of night, so she would probably be drenched under the rain.He immediately began to regret why he sent her off without any protection; what if something bad happened to her? His wolf immediately turned restless, wanting to come out of him to find its mate. That's when he drove out immediately in a bid to find her."Si..r," Layla muttered with her teeth chattering due to the cold as she managed to stand up."What are you doing in the rain?" Nolan asked as he was getting angry for no reason; it kind of hurt seeing her drenched."I couldn't find a taxi," she responded, wiping off the water droplets from her face."You should have called

"Layla's eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight hit her eyes. She yawned loudly, sitting up from the bed, last night's events unfolding in her head. How Nolan left her to leave in the middle of the night, how she got stuck in the rain, how he came back to his house, and then how she wanted to offer him dinner but only ended up creating a big mess, and he scolded her."Jerk." That was the first word that she uttered out of her mouth as she scrambled out of bed. She quickly arranged the bed, and she went to check out her clothes which she hung in the bathroom. She washed them last night, and luckily for her, they got dried.She had a quick shower and dressed up, ready to leave."Urgh, what do I do about these?" She referred to Nolan's clothes which were on the bed. She didn't want to give them back to him just like that; she felt she needed to wash them.Folding the clothes, she squeezed them into her bag; she planned to take them home, wash and iron them before returning them bac

Layla typed noisily on her laptop as she occasionally looked up as if she was waiting for someone. Well, Nolan, her boss, was not at work today, and she just wondered why he didn't show up. She felt maybe he would be coming late; that was why she occasionally looked up to see if he was coming, though it was involuntarily. She didn't want him to show up, but she just couldn't stop her head from looking upwards each time she heard a noise.She heard footsteps, and she quickly looked up. "Sir," the chair made a screeching sound as she stood up, but it was Xander's face that came into view, not Nolan's."Layla, how are you doing?" He waved at her, approaching her table."I'm good," she smiled sheepishly as he dropped some files on the table."Nolan said I should give you these," he informed as Layla nodded slowly."You should get them ready before tomorrow, and he will not be coming today," he added."Thanks, sir," she thanked him, feeling kind of glad that Nolan would not be at work to

Carla walked gingerly to Nolan's office as she couldn't wait to surprise him. "Oh! I can't wait," she giggled in excitement.Glancing at Layla's desk, Carla noticed she wasn't present. "I'm sure Nolan must have sent her on an errand," she thought, looking away as she headed straight to Nolan's office."Hey Nolan, surprise!!!" she squealed excitedly, barging into Nolan's office."Don't you know how to knock?" Nolan questioned in annoyance. Why does she always show up when he's not in a good mood and ends up ruining it further?"I'm sorry," she apologized, dropping a bag on Nolan's table, her face still beaming with smiles."What's in there?" Nolan asked, looking at the brown bag suspiciously."Breakfast!!" she announced, excitement bubbling up within her."What breakfast?" His brows creased, and he pushed the bag aside."Breakfast, your breakfast. I made them myself," she said. She had poured her heart and soul into making food for him. She sucked at cooking but still tried her best."