35LEILANI'S POV:I woke up the next morning earlier than I used to since I got married to Dylan.I went to the kitchen and joined Margaret I making big Mac french toast. When it was about to get done, I walked out of the kitchen and back upstairs.When I went back inside, Dylan was sitting down on the bed."Good morning." I greeted and then walked past him towards the bathroom.After taking my bath, I wrapped a towel around me and walked out of the bathroom only to meet Dylan walking inside as well."Get ready. I'll drop you off at Brooklyn." He said and I hummed.I walked inside the closet after doing my make-up and grabbed a pencil black skirt and a white shirt.It was one of the outfits I used to wear when I was still Dylan's secretary.I put on my stiletto heels and grabbed my black birkin bag before walking out of the closet.I was going to make a good impression on the employees since today will be my first day.I want them to see me not just as their boss's wife but as Leilani
36Dylan's POV:The way she walks. The way her ass moves under that pencil skirt.The way she moaned when she drank her orange juice.Leilani was everything."Are you going to be okay at your new office?" I asked her.She picked a slice of apple from the dining table and chew it."Of course I'll be okay. I was your secretary for almost a decade if you have forgotten." She responded and I chuckled.I grabbed a bottle water then stood up from my seat."Let's go." I told her.The reason why I treat Leilani indifferent is for her not to get attached to me but last night proved that she was long gone.She is far deeply in love with me.She cried for me.I felt like a piece of shit.No matter how I don't want to get emotional attached to women I still don't want them to shed tears because of me.I don't get off seeing women cry. I'm not sick or twisted.My mistress's birthday was yesterday and I promised her that I would be there for her.But on the process of fulfilling my promises to Any
LEILANI'S POV: Serafina and I walked to a nearby cafe and seat there, of course, there were two bodyguards around me so I don't have to worry about the paparazzi coming near me but they can take pictures from afar. "I didn't imagine that your husband would let you work, Leilani. Most wealthy men don't like their wives working, just stay pretty have had children." Serafina said and I shook my head. "Or maybe they just don't wish for their wives to suffer." There have been different opinions on this specific matter about men not letting their wives have a job. If he takes good care of you, loves you, respects you, and gives you a monthly allowance for upkeep then what else could you as a woman need more? Except you love your job as I do. And also another reason why I wanted a job was that I knew that Dylan doesn't love me. He might be caring these past few days but he is still the man whose heart is cold. He can't love me. He wasn't built to love. I sip on my iced Americano and
Dylan's POV: Having Leilani in my life is good and bad at the same time. I remember the fact that she was mad at me before she started working in the company but that didn't stop her from informing me about the fraudulent act she noticed in the company's finances. I was very impressed. Not only is she very capable of running her own company but she was so kind to fall in love with a man like me, I am a man with so many sins, I am a man with many atrocities, the villain in people's eyes, definitely not someone she should want. She is the kind of woman that deserves peace in her life and not someone like me. Being with me will cause her more harm than good she is already in danger by simply being my wife. I don't want to hurt her, but there's no way I won't hurt her when I'm constantly rejecting her advances. I sighed softly. There's is nothing I can do. I stood before the window of my office overlooking the beautiful serene city, my city. I check my wristwatch for the tenth
39 LEILANI'S POV: I had no words. I initiated the kiss but I never knew that he would respond to it. Dylan wrapped his hand around my neck and the other around my waist while kissing me. He was so rough and gentle at the same time. Dylan surprised me. He stopped kissing me and slowly lifted his head up and stared at me. "You lips were inviting." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "So I kissed you." No. This wasn't what I want. I want him to admit the fact that he wanted me. I don't want him to deny the attraction. "Dylan." I whispered softly. Why are you playing games with me? He caressed my cheek then down to my lips. "You look so beautiful with my shirt on," He muttered and swipe his thumb on my bottom lip. "So gorgeous." What is going on? I seriously don't know what to think anymore. "I don't understand what is going on." I said and stared into his eyes. "Why are you suddenly being romantic?" I am not complaining. I seriously am not complaining. I just want to make su
40 While walking inside the house Dylan crushed his mouth on Leilani's, he couldn't hold himself back and was in haste to take her. All he wanted at that moment was to bury himself deep inside her. He has been dying to know how she'd feel around him. Leilani wasn't left out in the kissing. With her hands wrapped around Dylan's neck, she kissed him with all her heart. She poured her feelings out in the kiss. Dylan kicked the door open with his leg and walk inside. Margret who was inside the living room couldn't help but blush when she saw them and quickly walked out of the living room. The two seems not to care as they kissed their way upstairs. Dylan pushed the door open with his feet and walked inside the room, he turned around and pinned Leilani against the door. "I want you," Dylan whispered and stared into Leilani's eyes. They were not breathing erratically and hot. "Take me, take me Dylan." She retorted. That was all Dylan needed and he slammed my mouth back on hers.
41 LEILANI'S POV: He said someone else's name just after cumming inside me. He mentioned another woman's name. Was he thinking of her while fucking me? While eating me out? I close my eyes and turned my head to the side, i couldn't let him see my tears, I won't let him see just how deep he stabbed me. He ease himself out of me and I quickly pulled up the duvet to cover my nakedness. Suddenly I felt so dirty. I know for a fact that he doesn't love me, but saying someone else's name just after pouring himself inside me? That was the height of it. I couldn't take the disrespect. I'm not going to take it. "Leilani," he called but I refused to answer him, I refused to give him the attention he wanted. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." I tightened my grip on the duvet and sighed. Why does he have to embarrass me every single time? He grabbed my arm and I shook him off instantly. "Don't touch me!" I shouted loudly, I bit on my bottom lip and sighed. "I want to sleep, I'm
42 Dylan was sitting down on the couch inside his office, his laptop in front of him but he wasn't concentrating. How could he have messed up so badly? Why on earth did that name came out of his mouth. It was a mystery to him. A knock came on the door of his office and the door creaked opened. "Sir, Mr. King is here to see you." Karissa, his secretary announced and Dylan nodded. Seconds later Asher King walked in all smiles and charisma. "I miss you my dear friend." He said cheerfully before he could get to where Dylan was sitting. Dylan glared at him and back at his laptop. Asher raised his eyebrows and sat down on the couch opposite Dylan's. "Seems this isn't the best time to come here, what's going on?" Asher inquired. Dylan sighed frustratedly and pushed his hair back with his fingers. "Leilani is pissing me off, she is causing me headache and I hate it?" Dylan said. "Secretary Carter? Why? What happened?" Asher questioned in disbelief. The Leilani he knew would nev