Nathan I'm hoping I made the right decision by coming to New York. Drowning myself in a lot of hard work here at Tech-Beet should help block out everything else on my mind. I still can't believe James decided to come with me just like that. I guess he'll always follow me wherever I go, for as long as I want him with me. As the new Tech-Beet management team is announced, the two of us stand right next to each other backstage while he fixes his necktie with enthusiasm. His name is about to be announced. Even from this distance, I can see one section of the staff as they give a round of applause. Once James is called to the stage, I pat him on the back and proudly watch him get up there. When my name is finally announced, I walk to the stage with my head high and force myself to give a half smile. Now that I'm right on the stage, I see the other half of the crowd. As everyone continues to give a round of applause I casually look around at everyone. But suddenly, my gaze
NathanAccompanied by James and my new team, I lead the way as we move through the office, checking on what everyone's up to. While it's my intention just to see the faces of the people I'll be working with, it's only one part of my reason for doing this, the other part being to find Layla. I know she's right here.I have the option to just mention her name and be guided to her workstation, but I feel that'll only begin to raise questions, and I still wish to keep things as they are.After moving through several workstations, I approach the finance department and before I can even get inside, I know I've just found her. She still uses the same fragrance from when we were still married.There's the possibility that it could just be another person using the same brand, but I'm certain she's the one because this is the only place I haven't yet checked.After I step foot inside, I stop in my tracks right after I make it past the doorway when I spot her in the corner.Her other two collea
Nathan It takes me a moment to process what just happened and right at that moment, there's another loud bang against the door and I hear Miranda grunt a few times. She sounds furious. "I thought I heard something," James says from the other end of the line. "Is everything okay over there?" His voice is laced with concern. "Yeah, it's just Miranda. I'll see you at the office tomorrow." After shoving my phone in my pocket, I approach the door in a hurry, wondering what she hurled at the door. The moment I unlock the door, she swings it open from the other side and I almost fall backward. Finding my balance, I shake my head at her as I straighten up. "What the hell's wrong with you?" I ask, my eyes scanning her figure. She's still in her lingerie. "What's the meaning of what you said to me when you walked in?" She glares at me, placing a hand on her hip. "How dare you tell me to put some clothes on?" My expression turns blank. "I just had a very busy day. I'm not in the mood rig
Layla"Why should I quit?" I look down at the phone like Pamela can see me."Isn't it obvious? Your ex-husband is your boss," she replies from the other end of the line."Is that enough reason for me to quit?" I then press my lips together to finish off my lipstick application."Are you saying you want to work for him?""I just want to wait and see what happens.""Why do you want to wait when you know he's definitely going to fire you?""On what grounds? That I'm his ex-wife?""Actually, firing you isn't even the right thing to say. You've done nothing wrong, but it's like you said, you're the one most likely to be laid off because of how you recently started working at Tech-Beet.""When you put it that way, you're right. I'll most likely find out when I go to work tomorrow. I'm leaving the company anyway, so I won't look weak in front of Nathan by handing in my resignation letter for personal reasons. It has nothing to do with my job and I refuse to let him get to me.""I like the so
Layla As I brace myself for the inevitable, I imagine that Louis is about to lose interest in me. His eyes will lose their warmth, and his hands will leave me. However, the unexpected happens. "I know you're divorced." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You do?" My eyes widen in shock. "Not long after I met you, a friend saw me with you a few times and told me about it." "That means this whole time, you've known that I was married to-" "Yes. Listen to me. I don't care that you're divorced." His voice is filled with conviction. "That's why when I found out, it didn't change the way I felt about you. I still wanted you, and even now, I still want you." I part my lips to speak, but it takes me a moment as I'm at a loss for words. "There's, there's something-" "It doesn't matter what else you have to say. I still want you." He smiles at me and I chuckle with relief, my vision blurring a little from the tears in my eyes. "I also have something to tell you."
Layla Sitting up and turning to face Louis, I narrow my eyes. "How did you know about that?" He chuckles. "In our line of work, news travels fast, especially among rivals." "I see." I lay back down but this time, I face him. "I don't know the reason behind your divorce with Nathan, but when you feel you're able to tell me about it, I'll be waiting." He's so understanding and gentle that it makes me smile. "It's okay. I can tell you now. He wanted a divorce because I had a miscarriage and seeing me made him depressed. Also, he was no longer attracted to me and was openly cheating on me." "Then I can already guess how you felt when you saw him today." "I hated the sight of him, just as much as I did back then." "Then why don't you quit?" "I don't have to quit. I'm certain I'm getting laid off. Besides, that bastard won't miss the opportunity to put me out of a job." "And you'll just take that?" "I'm prepared for that to happen." "Sounds like you have a plan." "I
Layla After getting off the phone with Louis, I make my way into the office, still thinking about my dirty conversation with him. I have so many hickeys around my neck that I had to apply lots of foundation. I'll never forget last night as it marked the intimate beginning of my love life once again. "Good morning," I say to Trish with a bright smile as I get settled at my workstation. "It definitely seems like a very good morning for you," she says from her chair with a hint of teasing in her voice. "Hmm, I wonder what happened." I can't help but feel a little self-conscious. "I just had a great night and it's a good morning, that's all." "I'd love to say it is, but it's not." She sighs. "Mr Partridge will start calling each of us into his office an hour from now. We're all going through evaluation. We all knew it was coming, but this is so soon." While I agree with her that it's so soon, I came prepared for it. I already know what the outcome is, and I'm counting on it. I ref
NathanI kind of assumed Layla had moved on since it's been a long time, but I didn't expect to feel this way upon hearing she has a boyfriend, and how she's just proudly said it, speaks volumes to me.I click my pen hard, trying to keep my composure. While I'm in this suit and role, I know I should stay focused but after learning about her boyfriend, it's easier said than done, so I slip in more questions. "So, you're in a relationship?""Yes, I am," she firmly responds, looking me right in the face."What does your boyfriend do for a living?""Can we please focus on my evaluation?"Fuck. She's already caught on. I can't believe I let my curiosity push me that far. It doesn't matter. I can always find out some other time who he is."Do you like working here?" I ask, looking at my computer and hovering with my mouse."Yes.""Would you like to keep working here?""This is my first job. Of course I wanted to stay.""Wanted? Do you no longer wish to stay?""Something changed." She looks
Layla Now that it's certain that I'm leaving the company, I'm already looking at options on where I can apply for my next job but at the same time, I still have the mansion that Louis gave to me. I just can't seem to decide when I'll put it on the market but before that happens, I plan to go there one of these weekends just to be alone and away from everything. It hasn't been too long since I came home and I rushed to freshen up and change my clothes so I can wait for him.Thirty minutes after I'm ready, he calls and my lips curve into a smile. "Hey, babe." "Hey, beautiful." "I'm ready now. I was thinking we could watch a movie." He sighs heavily from the other side. "I know I should be on my way to pick you up right now but something's come up and it's important, so I can't make it." I slouch with a pout in my seat. "I see." "I promise I'll make it up to you. This was just so short notice and it requires my attention because I'm the CEO. I feel awful." I smile. "Hey, you sho
LaylaTriggered by Nathan's tone of voice, I turn around, glaring at him. He scowls at me, but soon looks away while loosening his necktie.Just as I attempt to return to his desk, James chimes in with a forced chuckle. "Don't mind him. How about you enjoy the rest of your coffee break? It's almost time to get back to work anyway."I immediately realize what he's trying to do and still stop in my tracks to compose myself so I don't lash out. No matter how I feel, Nathan's not worth my time and I don't want to exchange words with him. But why is he so upset about this?Making my way along the hallways isn't any different from before as I still have people staring at me but now that I know the reason behind it, I don't feel so uneasy anymore.I get back to my seat and only a few seconds later, Mr Jones calls for me. Trish and Dave look at each other, then at me."What is it?" I ask both of them."Nothing," they respond in unison.I shrug, heading to Mr Jones office while ignoring all th
Nathan"No, I didn't tell her everything," I say to James, conflicted by that decision."You seriously didn't tell her?" He shakes his head and disapprovingly narrows his eyes."Back at the hotel, there was a moment when I spoke to Louis and I asked him if Layla knew. He didn't really give me a clear response. I figured it out on my own that she doesn't know."He sighs. "Then you should be the one to tell her.""No. She'll find out on her own.""What if it'll be too late by then? You're just going to let her find out the hard way?"I slam my fist on the desk. "Stop trying to make me feel awful." I look down at my watch with a heavy sigh. "We have about 10 minutes before this coffee break is over and this is the perfect time to speak to Layla.""You're going to tell her now? Are you crazy?" His eyes widen."What? No. I'm talking about what everyone knows here.""Right, I forgot about that for a moment." He nods. "Hey, are you sure this is the right time?""Yes. This is the perfect time
Nathan Ever since I took over Tech-Beet, I was certain that my past with Layla would never be discussed, so learning that everyone now knows makes me panic so much that I rise to my feet, looking at James with wide eyes. "How did they know about this and who the hell told them?" "That's what I've been trying to figure out myself for a long time!" He sighs. "Wait, how did you even know that they know about this?" "I heard it from one of the security guards." "What? Even the security guards know?" "Everyone does! He's like a friend now." "Let me get this straight. He just casually walked up to you and mentioned it to you?" "No, he asked me out of curiosity. It turns out that his cousin was one of the photographers from the event and that same photographer knows about you and Layla." "I see. So that's how it happened." I sigh heavily, feeling my heart race. "Now it makes sense why everyone was looking at me like that and I bet that everyone was looking at her the same way." "Ev
Nathan When I came back home yesterday, I drank some more whiskey as I couldn't stop thinking about Layla. Miranda only returned a few hours later and not once did she ask me why I was drinking again. It actually felt like she just doesn't doesn't give a fuck anymore. While I get ready for work, she's already awake, her back resting against the headboard while she types and scrolls on her phone. She scoffs so many times and sounds so bitter when she chuckles. I don't even want to ask what she's looking at. "What the hell is wrong with these people?" she finally says, looking in my direction. "What are you talking about?" I ask, watching her through the mirror as I reach for my necktie. "There's so much crap going on. Almost every gossip media site is talking about that bitch and her ugly dress from Saturday evening. Why is everyone sucking up to her? Is it because her boyfriend is Louis Lindgren?" "Is that why you're so upset?" "I'm visiting these sites to read some gossi
Layla My question makes me hold my breath when Louis pokes his cheek like I've just offended him or something. Did I go too far by asking him that question? The thought of it also makes my heart race a little. To my surprise, he gently places his hands on the sides of my face and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead, softly embracing me. "Babe, don't you see what Nathan is trying to do here? He hurt you and saw just how miserable you were when he left you. That's what he obviously expected to see even after the past few years. I'm the last person he would have thought would ever fall for you and yet here I am. He doesn't like that and he'll do anything to break us apart. But you know what? I'll never let that happen. You're mine and I want to cherish you forever." He plants more kisses on my forehead and I wrap my hands around his wrists, closing my eyes with a smile. "You're right about Nathan, that bastard." I firmly nod. "That's why you should never pay attention to what
NathanEver since I saw Layla again, despite the wall she had desperately tried to put up, I knew that she would eventually pour out her feelings to me. What I didn't know was just how much it would hurt standing before her and hearing her speak.It's been a few hours now since I was in the elevator with her and I can still feel the sting of her slaps and the pain in her voice. She was right about everything. How could I stand there and tell her that Louis isn't good for her when I wasn't any better? I broke her heart, only to start giving her advice.Though it all leaves me feeling disappointed in myself, I meant what I said. I wouldn't mind if it was someone who isn't that bastard. He really isn't good for her. While I'm not any better, he's the worst thing that could happen to her.The thought of how everything went down in the elevator makes me want to drink again. Even as I'm at the dining table, I have another bottle of whiskey in front of me and I'm contemplating on whether to
LaylaThe last time I ever saw Nathan look like such a mess was over three years ago. He was heavily drunk, looked miserable and it was that same evening that he served me those divorce papers, telling me how unhappy I made him.Seeing him like this and remembering that night only fuels my rage and the last thing I want is to be here right now.It seems that he doesn't want to step out of the elevator as he continues to look at me with extremely noticeable dark circles under his eyes.Not wanting to spend another second longer standing before him, I face the other direction so I can return to my suite, but he grabs onto my wrist and pulls me into the elevator with him."What do you think you're doing?" I yell as the doors close. I frantically move my wrist so I can break free, but he doesn't seem to let go as he presses a button.Frustrated, I slap him hard and he finally lets me go."What the hell is wrong with you? Let me out of here!""No," he says with an effort as he keeps his h
Nathan Had I known that I would be next to them, I would have made sure to go for another suite because just the way Louis is looking at me right now already infuriates me. Layla has her face buried in his chest. She doesn't even know that I'm here, but Louis looks right at me and smirks in his drunk state. Just as he pulls down the strap on her shoulder and begins to kiss her there, I face the other side, stepping away from that spot. My intention is to go inside, but I stop in my tracks, resting my head right against the wall as I shut my eyes. "I finally get to take off this dress," he whispers to her. She giggles, sounding a little tipsy. "What are you waiting for?" Her question makes me clench my jaw. The next thing I hear are kissing sounds and she keeps moaning against his lips. Once again I should just go inside, but I don't understand why I stay. The next thing I know, he's breathing gets heavier. "How about you suck my cock?" She giggles again. "Right now?" "Yeah