Layla POV
As soon as I open my eyes, I close them again. The headache strikes, and I flinch. Argh, I pull the covers over my head and take a deep breath, keeping my eyes shut as I start to feel my head pounding. Great. Migraine, I bet my period is about to make an appearance. I suffer from severe migraines when I have my period.
I move my hand towards the side table, trying to get to my phone blindly. I can’t open my eyes in that light, and Jo is not home yet. I hate my life right now. I have been alone all weekend while she visits her parents. At least she has a great relationship with them, and it’s not like my mother and me.
I pull the phone into the bed and open it slightly, only one eye, and I dial the work phone. I can’t go to work like this. I can’t even get out of bed, let alone go to work. A female voice answers the phone. “Ashford Media,” she says, and
Layla POV I wake up to the smell of breakfast. That’s the best thing in the world. My stomach growls as I walk into the kitchen to find the empty containers on the side and Jo plating up food for me. “Did you order breakfast?” I ask, and she shakes her head as she smiles and passes me a Starbucks cup. I frown, looking at the coffee in front of me. Jo smiles as she sits in front of me, digging into her scrambled eggs. Her eyes meet mine while she chews, and I really don’t know what the hell is going on. I grab the fork and some eggs, and Oh My God, the explosion of flavors makes my mouth water, and I almost have an orgasm. “Is it possible to have a foodgasm?” I ask, and Jo nods, laughing. We both dig into our food, and when we are done, I finally look at her, waiting for an explanation for the food. “I guess your boss was really worried I wasn’t feeding yo
Layla POV "You have Dylan on the line," I say to Richard through the intercom that connects my phone to Richard's. I have the light of my computer screen on the dimmest setting possible, but in my head, he is getting worse. I haven't had time for lunch, which is not helping. I open my purse, grab my medication, and look around for my water. Great. Forgot it at home. I rush to the small kitchen area where I have the coffee machine and grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge. I put the coffee machine on and walked back to my desk to answer another call. "Mr. Ashford's office," I say before I hear a deep breath from the other side. "Pass me to my husband," I hear, and I scrunch my nose. "I am sorry, but Mr. Ashford is busy at the moment," I say, and I c
Richard POV "Go home, Layla," I whisper. Her eyes meet mine, and I can swear they are pale. They are not as bright as they usually are. I hate that she is in discomfort or pain. I remember when Mia had her first period, and I didn't know how to handle it. I am ashamed for freaking out at the time, but now I see it as a regular thing, and I feel bad that they struggle with pain. "I will be okay. I have a lot to do", Layla tells me, but I really don't care if she has a lot to do. I care more about her health than I care about my business. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and it scares the shit out of me, the way I am bending all my rules and my life to make sure this woman is taken care of. When her friend told me yesterday I wasn't allowed to talk to her because the light and noise would make her feel worse, I realized she has people that loved her
Layla POV “Layla, babe, I am sorry for waking you up,” I hear Jo say from the door. I open my eyes slightly, and she smiles as she walks into the room and kneels beside my bed. I look at her, frowning as I have lost track of time. She made me the most fantastic lunch, and then I went back to sleep, and I had no clue what time it was. “There’s someone here to see you,” she whispers, and I sit up, feeling my head spin. I rub my face, and I see him when I look at the door. Richard, standing there with a bouquet of flowers, his hair messy, and his eyes locked on me. “Hi,” I whisper, and he looks at Jo and then at me, not sure what to do. “Hi,” he replies, and Jo stands up, walking to the door. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she says before walking out and cl
Layla POV “So? What are we doing today?” Jo asks as I flop next to her on the couch. She is typing away on her laptop, and when she is done, her eyes meet mine, and she closes it. “I’m done,” she says, smiling. She got the day off of work today to spend it with me. After Richard left last night, I felt empty, and all I wanted to do was cry. I hate how he makes me think; I hate that I am growing attached to a man that treated me like shit in public to shower me in sweetness in private. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. “I don’t know, I kind of just want to stay home and watch movies,” I say, and Jo shakes her head. “No way in hell, nope, we’re not staying home like two old ladies. We are going out, maybe do some shopping?” she says, and I take a deep breath as she stands up and offers me her hand. I take it
Layla POV I exit the car, and the doorman opens the door for me. I step inside, and the hostess smiles at me. “Welcome to Al Fiori,” she says with a bright smile. God, I wish I had her smile and bright white teeth all lined up perfectly straight. “Hi, I am here to meet someone,” I say, and she smiles, waiting for me to continue, but I don’t even know who to look for. “Sorry, this is stupid,” I say, turning around on my heels, but I feel a hand on my arm stopping me. “Layla?” I hear, and the soft grip disappears, and I turn to find a tall Greek God-type man smiling at me. “Hi,” I say, trying to sound confident, and he smiles at the hostess guiding me to the table. His hand rests just on my lower back, barely touching me, but it still feels wrong. That’s where Richard touches me when he walks with me. James’s
Richard POV "You know how Savanna is," Dylan says, and I shake my head. I can't believe I am letting him convince me to do this. Just because he is in this weird relationship with her doesn't mean I have to endure her presence and go on a blind date to satisfy her needs. "You owe me big time," I say, and he chuckles, taking his scotch to his lips. He closes his eyes as the liquid goes down and takes a deep breath. "So, how are things with Layla?" he asks, and I look at him sideways while I close my laptop. The remodeling is almost done, and I have spent the entire day here supervising everything, getting everything that she might need. A microwave, a bigger fridge, snacks of all sorts, a coffee machine, and a hot chocolate station. Even the bathroom was remodeled. Everything suited to her needs. "She keeps
Layla POV “I am sorry,” James says when he opens the cab’s door. I look at him and smile softly. “It’s not your fault,” I say, and he takes a deep breath. James is in medical school and has to do some shifts in the hospital. While I was in the bathroom, he received a message asking him to go to work, something to do with a big accident at the Brooklyn bridge. “Who was that guy?” he asks, and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He nods with his lips in a thin line before I get in the car, and he closes the door. “Text me when you get home,” he says before the cab driver pulls into the traffic. I grab my phone to a text from Jo. Jo - “How is it going?” Me - “On my way home,” it’s the only thing I reply. I shove my phone back in my clutch as I look out the window. I feel the tears threatening to spill as soon as my brain