Richard POV"Have a seat, son," My dad says, and I frown, watching as my mother sits next to him, crossing her legs. I take a deep breath, undo the buttons from my jacket, and sit next to Pamela. She looks at me and then focuses her eyes back on my parents, and I can tell she is uncomfortable. "Okay, can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I ask, and my mother clears her throat and looks at me, raising her head high. "Mia will stay here with us for the next foreseeing time," she says, and I rest back on the couch and laugh. I can't control myself, and when I stop, I look around the room. All three of them are looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" I ask, and my father clears his throat as he stands up and walks to the bar.

Layla POV"Come in," Richard says, and I nod slightly. His house is impressive, simple, all in dark wooden colors and white. The floor is laminated, and it even shines oil, how polished it looks. I look around as he guides me to the living room gayer taking my jacket off and placing it near the door. "This way is the kitchen, he says, pointing to his right. I look but can't really see inside through the double doors, and he guides me to the living room. Where a big tv hangs on the wall, and the couch is massive and dark brown. I smile at the sight of it. I love a good couch. I can imagine cuddling up to Richard under a blanket and watching a film here.In the middle of the coffee table is a big flower vase. Fresh flowers. I can smell them, and I have to say I am surprised. I wouldn't take him as a natural fresh flowers kind of guy."You're very quiet," Richard whispers in my ear as he pulls me into an embra

Richard POVHaving Layla here makes sense. It makes everything perfect. I could get used to having her around. I never brought anyone home except Pamela. Layla is the only woman I have dated in all these years that I flew like bringing home, and I decided to show my personal space. I have to keep my private life very private because everywhere I go, I have cameras following me, I have cameras trying to get something out of me, and this is my secret space. This is where I am, and no one has any access. Angie says that dinner is served, and now I have to go face my teenage daughter. That is becoming worse with every breath she takes. I don’t know what I have done wrong for her to hate me like that. “I’ll go get Mia for dinner,” I say, and Layla rests one hand on my arm, stopping me. I find

Layla POV I open my eyes and close them almost immediately. The sun passing through the windows almost blinds me. I hear a door opening, and I move to feel like I am lying in a cloud. Everything is soft and feels so good.  “Breakfast in bed,” I hear Richard’s voice, and I smile, sitting up in bed while he puts a massive tray in front of me. There’s everything you can think of, fruit salad, orange juice, croissants and toast, and the most important thing, coffee with creamer.  “This smells and looks amazing,” I say, and he nods, kissing me softly on the top of the head before he walks through the bathroom door. I start drinking my juice and smile. It’s really fresh squeezed orange juice. Who has the time to do this in the morning? “What time do you have to go to work?” Richard asks as he walks back into the room. I look at him wearing tracksuit pants and a T

Layla POV “Mia, call your mom, go stay with her; Layla, you stay here,” Richard says, and I can feel Mia tensing up next to me. Her eyes meet mine as the police officer starts to read Richard his Miranda rights. When they are done, they pull a set of handcuffs, and Richard scoffs. I watch everything as if my body is paralyzed. I can’t believe this is really happening. Why is James doing this? “Do we really need that? I haven’t resisted my arrest, I am cooperating, and I am standing here in front of you”, Richard says with the calmest tone of voice I have ever heard. The man is like a rock, and I have to say that if this wasn’t a stressful situation and this wasn’t real, I would be turned on right now.  “Let’s go,” The officer says, and Richard walks to Mia, kisses her on the top of the head, and rubs one finger over her lip. I watch as he walks out of his house, head held high, and when the door closes, I collap