Layla's POV
You're probably wondering whether the Demon is still alive or not and unfortunately, he still is, sigh
I really don't care much about him. I'm just concerned that Mary nearly lost her job because of me because the Demon was convinced that she was trying to punish him because of the way he treats me. I told him so many times that I was the one who sprinkled the spice over his food, but Noooo,
Mr Know-it-all
《Flashback 》
"She tried to kill me, she has to go", he roared at the top of his voice, banging his fists on the table
"How many times do I have to tell you that I was the one who did it for Goodness' sake?. What do you want me to do for you to believe me? Turn myself in?", I rose an eyebrow at him and he scoffed mockingly
"No, just because you two are friends there is no need for you to take the fall for her"
Was he trying to get rid of her because she and I are friends?
"Then if she tried to kill you, why had she rushed to get you to the hospital then?", I asked and he frowned
He knew that I had a point
"Well, I don't know. A guilty conscience I guess?", he stuttered nervously.
"Wow...", I slow clapped. "How clever of you to figure all of that, all by yourself", I said sarcastically and I heard him growl under his breath, seeing a vein on his temple bopping. "Mary is not going anywhere"
"You don't have any involvement in the decision-making in this house", he slammed his fist on the table as he stood to his feet
"Well too bad", I showed him my wedding ring. "As long as I'm wearing this. I do have involvement in the decision-making of this house", with saying that I walked out of his study, he continued saying something, but I ignored him completely as I closed the door behind me.
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Damon's POV
Layla and ignoring me, plus walking away while I'm talking was driving me insane. This woman is getting on my nerves, I felt like literary ripping all my hair off my head. What I don't get, is why was she taking the blame for what Mary did?
I don't think she's capable of pulling a stunt like that on purpose and besides Mary knows that I'm allergic to spices......why should Layla want to take the blame for something she didn't do though?
Like I didn't understand....
Just like I don't understand why I'm defending her
Get a grip Damon....
I paused thinking when I was passing by her room, to find her room door wide open with her dancing in the center of the room, singing to a song. I just knew that song was directed to me. She seemed so happy as she was dancing to the beats, singing the lyrics out loud. She was surely enjoying making me miserable.
I found myself standing at the side of the door, listening to her
Now I'm out here looking like revenge
Feeling like a 10, the best I've ever beenAnd yeah, I know how I bad it must hurt to see me like this, but it gets worseNow you're out here looking like regretI peeked a little, only to see her swaying her hips side to side, raising both her hands in the air as she danced around in circles,
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddestYou're fuckin' with a savageCan't have this, can't have thisAnd it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya', but nahDemon, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)Demon, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)Feeling so bad got me feeling so goodShowing up like I knew that I wouldDemon, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)Demon, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turnedYeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burnsThis song was personal, I just knew it. I must be the Demon she was singing about. I wasn't getting worked up by this, I swear. But wow, this woman is really, really getting on my nerves!
If she wants war, I'll give it to her....gladly
Layla's POV
Walking back into the house when I got back from reading my book in the garden, I realized there was someone in the kitchen which was odd because Mary had gone to one of her weekly society meetings and they usually took two hours or so. Wesly was also out to run some errands for Damon while he was at work. The person was obviously helping himself to the food in the fridge as I slowly walked into the kitchen to stand behind him with his back was facing me as he was drinking milk from the cartoon ....ewww
"Who are you?", I asked out loud, causing the person to almost cough out the milk from being extremely startled and he turned to look at me
"Who am I?", he raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
"No, technically I asked you first, and it wasn't a rhetorical question", I folded my arms in a protest and I saw a smile starting to appear on his face
"Feisty, alright sweets", he laughed softly while he extending his arm for a handshake. "I'm Quinton Kingsley, but you can call me Q", he introduced himself but I rose my brow at him, that wasn't enough information but I still stretched out my hand to accept his handshake. He also rose a brow at me during our handshake and I tilted my head to the side, telling him in not so many words he still had to tell me who he was and he quickly got the hint
"I'm Damon's brother"
"Oh", I laughed a little. "It's nice to meet you, Quinton"
Demon did mention that his little brother was coming to visit for a week or so. Not like told me directly....as if he would tell me anything. I overheard him telling Mary to prepare the guest bedroom for his little brother. Quinton looked so much like Damon, just a little younger and had brown eyes instead of Demon's piercing grey one's.
"And you are?", he asked while we were still handshaking
"Oh sorry. I'm Layla. I'm Damon's wife", I nearly rolled my eyes at my last statement and his eyes widened.
"Oh shit, for real?", he asked in awe as we broke our contact and I nodded
"Forgive my language", he cleared his throat. "Damon did mention he got married, I thought he was kidding or probably high on something. I'm sorry I couldn't make it the wedding. I was out of town for a few days and I-", he stopped blabbering as he shut himself up and placed is hand over his heart.
"Welcome to the family, Layla", he bowed and I laughed
"Thank you", I felt honored as I bowed slightly myself
"I'm sorry about this", he referred to him drinking from the bottle. "It's a bad habit that kind of goes a long way
"No, it's cool. Matter of fact keep the milk, it's all yours", I joked, and started laughing.
"I like you already", he walked over to the trash can to throw away the milk cartoon and turned to look at me again
"So Q how long are you visiting for?", I asked as he gestured we go to the lounge
"I was thinking three weeks but since you're here, I'm extending it to six weeks. I often get bored a lot because Damon is often busy with work and I get on Mary's nerves a lot", he said as we sat down
"Well I can relate", I laughed. "I guess get ready for the best six weeks of your stay then"
His lips spread into a cute smile. "I look forward to that"
Layla's POVQuinton and I spent a lot of time together, and I enjoyed his company. He was so easy to talk to, funny, sweet and caring, did I mention he was cute? When we talked, it was mostly about him because well, there wasn't much to say about me.He had so many dreams and ambitious that I couldn't imagine someone his age would have. Hell I didn't even have those kinds of dreams when I was his age. It was all about finishing high school, then college and getting my degree. But I had to get married a few weeks after my graduation ....talk about a burst!He wasn't interested in joining the family business he wanted to do his own thing, which fascinated me. He was really into music and was very techno savvy.The first week of his stay we went almost everywhere, from historical sights to malls, eating out and taking long drivesHe was such a great guy, and he also had a bubbly personality. He often told me about this girl he liked from school but how he can't man up and tell her how he
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
Layla's POVAt that moment I felt that I swallowed too quickly, not giving the ice cream enough time to melt in my mouth. I felt ice cream bolus slip into the wrong pipe and I started coughing while hitting myself on the chest. Damon came closer and started rubbing my back.Did I hear him right?"What did you say?", I asked between coughs and a smile played on his lips once more"You want me to repeat that now or after this little drama queen stunt of yours?", he said motonously, and I threw him a glareHe thinks I'm faking it?"Damn you", I said after my last drama queen choke, and he handed me a glass off juice to get rid of that tingly feeling I had in my throat"As I was saying", he continued as I put down the empty glass on the table"I want you", he trailed off again as he smirked "-to be my personal assistant", he finished off as my eyes widened"Want me?""I need you to be my P.A", he rephrased.Is he kidding me?"What?""You heard me""No""What do you mean No?""I don't want
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
Damon's POVI woke up, and it felt like a knife was piercing through my skull. I had the worst throbbing pain ever and had a sour taste in my mouth. I felt like hell. I tried getting up but because I was drowsy, I ended up hitting my knee cap on the edge of the table.ShitI cursed aloud as I grabbed my knee to ease the pain. I hate hangover. I just wished someone would invent some kind of alcohol enjoyable to drown the sorrows in, but doesn't have the after effects of hangover.After I felt strong enough to attempt to walk again and limped my way to the kitchen. As I reached the kitchen a heart stopping view was before my eyes.Layla...was cooking breakfast while dancing to probably her favorite song because her earsets were plugged in her earsShe was all over the kitchen, jumping around like an idiot as she prepared what seemed like pancakesI would never let her know that I loved pancakes, because she may sprinkle spices all over them and this time she would probably send me strai
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 POVQuinton and I got back from our daily routinely jog in the mornings, and I was always faster than him. He always came back panting like a little dog whilst I was breathing normally.“How do you do that?”, he struggled to catch his breath before he gulped down a bottle of water. “Make working out look so effortless?”“It just comes naturally I guess”, I stretched my arms“Well sweets, you're really good”, he chuckled whilst breathing heavily. We continued talking and laughing as we chilled in the lounge.“Quinton, could you excuse us for a minute?”, Damon emerged out of nowhere, and he was holding his phone. He was dressed in his normal office attire which meant he was going to work that day. He had recently started working from home these past few days.... I don't even know why.“Yeah sure. I'm going to take a shower”, Quinton ascended up the stairs.“So what's up?”, I asked Damon as he sat beside me“I need you to be ready by 7:30pm tonight”, he said sternly, and I furrow
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