Richard POV
“Come back to work with me,” I plead, but Layla shakes her head. I really wish she would stop being stubborn and come back to work for me, and I need her. She was the best person I ever had, she is organized, and she knows how I like things done.
“Please,” I beg, and she laughs loudly as she does her hair into a single braid on the back. I stand behind her as she looks at me through the mirror.
“Richard, I have a job, and I like my job. I can’t just drop everything and follow you. That’s not how things work”, she tells me, and I take a deep breath shoving my hands into my pockets as I start pacing around.
“But you’re the best secretary I ever had,” I tell her, and she keeps shaking her head. I wish I could convince her to come back to
Layla POV“Miss Layla? There are flowers here for you,” Angie says, and I frown, standing from the couch and grabbing the beautiful bouquet she brought to me.“Oh, Richard didn’t say anything,” I let out, and she smiled as she placed them in the middle of the coffee table. I take a big whiff and smile. They smell beautiful. There’s a little card. I pick it up and smile at my name written on it.I open the small envelope, and my heart beats fast, and I cover my mouth with my free hand in shock.“Flowers to the most beautiful flower in the world. Someday you will realize that you’re supposed to be with me. I love you more than flowers need water to survive. James XOXO” I drop the card as if not has given me an electric shock, and Angie looks at me concerned.
Layla POV“Richard, please, I have things to do,” I say as I move Richard’s hands away from my legs as he kneels in front of me between my legs under my desk. Richard shakes his head as he slowly places small kisses all over my thighs, and my body erupts in a wave of pleasure. My head falls back as I moan loudly as he moves his fingers over my pussy.The fabric between his fingers and my flesh is getting soaked, and he loves every second of it. Richard spreads my legs wider and curses under his breath as my pants make a thick barrier between him and his most desired place.“Stand,” he barks at me, and as if I have no willpower, I stand and obey his every command, and he undoes the buttons of my wide-leg pants and slowly pulls them down, exposing my skin. His fingers caress the exposed flesh slowly, and with his tongue, he draws circles.
Layla POVI open my eyes and smile as I feel Richard’s arm resting across my stomach. Today I am going to get his Christmas present, and I have to say that I am extremely excited about it. I can’t wait to see his face. I can’t wait to see his reaction.I look at my phone that is resting on the table next to the bed, and I have no notifications. Jo hasn’t messaged or called since she left a few weeks ago. This is the longest we have been without talking, and I am worried about her. I need to call her and see how she is. This has gone way out of hand, and if she doesn’t contact me, I will contact her. We have been friends forever, and we need to sort this out.I know she didn’t mean what she said. I miss her, and I need her close by. I need my best friend around. Especially with what I am about to do. I move Richard’s arm from
Richard POV“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I ask Layla as I put my shoes on. She looks at me through her lashes, only raising her eyes momentarily from her book.“I am sure. Go, have fun,” She tells me, and I take a deep breath. Layla has been behaving really weirdly since yesterday. She’s up to something, and I don’t really like it when she behaves like this. I like to be in control, and not knowing what she is up to is driving me crazy.“I’ll have my phone with me at all times,” I tell her, and she nods and smiles without even bothering to look at me. She’s been in that same position for ages today. Isn’t she tired of reading?“What are you reading?” I ask, and she takes a deep breath and closes the book leaving a finger marking the page she was reading. She looks s
Layla POV “Thank you for your help,” I tell Mia, and she nods, smiling. I wrap my arm around her waist as she wraps her around my shoulders, and we just look at the big Christmas tree in front of us. Her smile is massive, so big I never thought she would smile like this. “You’re welcome. I can’t wait to see Dad’s face,” she tells me, and I nod. I look around the room, and I can’t believe we managed to pull this off. Obviously, we had some help from Dylan and Fred. Fred knew what we were doing, and he kept asking Fred to take his sweet time in the locker room so Richard would stay out longer than he would like to. “Do you think he’s going to like it?” I ask, and she nods. Her smile is wider as she looks at the candy canes hanging from the ceiling. I basically made the living room into a mini North Pole. The fake snow machine starts working, and it looks magical. All the lights and all the decorations, even the t
Layla POV "Merry Christmas," I hear Richard say in my ear. I stretch my arms, and when I turn around in bed, he is looking at me with sleepy eyes while holding a black square velvety box. I frown, looking at him. He sits up, and I follow him resting my back against the bed's headboard. "Merry Christmas," I tell him, and he smiles, offering me the box. My hands are shaking. And when I open it, my heart almost stops, and my hands keep trembling. Richard rests his hands on top of mine, steadying them while I look at the most beautiful diamond necklace and matching earrings I have ever seen. This must have cost a fortune. When did he get these? He spends every waking hour with me, either at home or at work. "I am sorry about last night. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I just got caught by surprise," he tells me, and I nod.&
Richard POV “Oh MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD,” Mia behaves historically, jumping up and down and smiling like a child. I can’t believe how happy she looks, and I never thought she would react like this, not in my wildest dreams. “Dad? Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks when she stops jumping. I look at Layla, and my heart is still beating fast, so fast that it actually hurts. “Because I wanted it to be a surprise to the both of you,” I say as I bend down on one knee and do what I was supposed to do all alone, be the one proposing. I slide the ring into her finger, and her hand is trembling. Her other hand is resting over her heart. “I want to see,” Mia says as she pulls Layla’s hand in her direction and smiles with wide eyes. “It’s beautiful and HUUUGE,” she says. Layla giggles, and she looks at her ring wit
Layla POV The car stops in front of the steps that lead to the main house, and my heart beats fast. The last time I saw them, dinner went badly. I take a deep breath as Richard offers me his hand to help me out of the car. I take it, and he guides me up the steps and into the house. There are loads of photographers here, and they all call Richard’s name, and some of them call mine. It still gets me a little to think they know who I am. I just don’t know why people would want to know anything about me. “May I take your coats?” A woman with a Southern accent says, and I smile as Richard helps me get my coat off. He gives it to the woman, and as soon as she takes them away, we are greeted by an older couple. Their eyes are locked on my fully tattooed arms, and I take a deep breath as Richard wraps his arm around my waist. “Mr. And Mrs. West, this is my fiancé, Layla