A VOW TO HATE

AIDEN.“Spank me. I deserve it all. I’ll take it. I’ll beg for more. All For You.”I run my fingers along her exposed flesh. A part of it had turned a dark shade of red. I only whipped her twice. I’ve read stories on BDSM, watched movies, and listened to fantasies. It piqued my interest, but now I’m just bored.Delilah is screaming off rhythm, and my hard on is disappearing by the second. I’m not a man to leave a woman unsatisfied. I’ll finish. But never again Miss eye fucking server. Never. Again.I tossed the idle whip aside, flipped her over her back, and shrugged her left leg over my shoulder.“Oh, God. Aiden.”She screeched. I thrust my cock. One last movement took us both over the edge. Her more than me. I’d give her a three out of ten. I’ve been with better women.Impaling my cock out of her core, I disposed of the condom, moved away and reached the table, fishing my cell phone from the corner to meet two new notifications.“My number is on my card.”She drawled by the bed. I t

LAYLA.WEDNESDAY.My fist is curled are swinging for his chest. they land a weak blow, but it's enough to make me feel better. "You need to move three times as fast as me to be in third place, love.""Shut up! I'm not doing this. The game is off.""When it's just getting fun? I think not. Plus, you already agreed."I shoved a finger in his face. "I did not agree to anything.""What a rare moment. Layla Dean, going back on her words, here I was thinking you were better.""Reverse psychology does not work on me." I seethe. He chuckles and then recoils."Reverse psychology works on everyone. Except me."Boastful much? I scoff."I'll win, and you'll get four hundred. It's just a hundred grand more." That stinks of sarcasm and cockiness."I swear to the Almighty, I will kill you, Aiden. I'll be the one that gets you six feet under. I'll..."I got stopped when Penelope drove in. I had about five more curses to lay on one of the worst men to walk the earth, but no. I'm proactive. The pen is

LAYLA WEDNESDAY. 9:08 PM “And he said my sex life was lacking? He shoves his fucking spree in my face, Bells. I want to squeeze his fucking neck so bad.” I moan, twirling my finger at the bartender for another shot. I'm so drunk. “Well, you aren’t exactly sexually active, aside from that cute Mexican in Denver. That was three months ago.” “So I should fuck every day like him?” I sputtered, clipping my lips at how loudly that sounded. “Of course not. My brother is an asshole; don’t let what he says get to you. Although, I think you’re more furious at your father than him. Why did you go see him anyway?” "He summoned me. I had no choice. And no—I don’t even want to hear his name. My father is a man who shoved a dick into a woman’s leg. That woman had me. Maybe for the first six years of my life, they played the role of not letting me see how toxic they were, but you can’t act forever. Their masks fell and my childhood, well, that was shitty. My father is just a man. A fertile ma

LAYLA.02/60THURSDAY."Where are we going?"Aiden nudges his head into his car, telling me to get in. No word was spoken since I trailed after him back to this parking lot.He's holding the door, more like trying to crush it under the weight of his hand. New emotion unlocked. Anger."You said it'll be working then the project. We're leaving your office. I want to know where you're taking me too, or else I'm not getting into that car."I fold my hands. He relents and then lets go of the passenger seat."My penthouse. We're going to work in my penthouse.""Like hell. I'm not going to your house, Aiden.""I'm not staying here either. Where else would you rather go?"I eyed him, cross-referencing all the places and striking them out. I'm not bringing him to my apartment. God forbid that ever happens.Bella is at work. She owns and manages her bakery. One of the biggest in the city.I would've gone to Dean Construction, but my father is there signing a deal off.Aiden and my dad's meeting

LAYLA02/60BRANDON ESTATE - LAYLA'S APARTMENT.THURSDAY."Is this some joke? How did an article pop up like that?"I flipped my hair, standing beside him and having to raise my toe to stare at his phone. The article was pasted. The font is twice the size of the main body. Attention seeking fuckers."Billionaire Penélope Cruz is caught in a cheating scandal.""The question on the entire public's mind can be put to rest. It seems the young billionaire has her eyes set on someone else despite being engaged. We see the heiress speaking and maintaining a compromising position with an unnamed man…""This is bull."I slung his phone, lifting both hands in the air."I know. The media are just searching for their smoking gun. They have nothing."I checked the picture again. It's not too bad. Penelope has her hands slung on someone's shoulder. His face is shielded, but his hands are across his waist. He has a fire tattoo, so it's not Quentin. One can tell. Okay, it's bad."Wait..."I eyed it ag