"How could you conspire with them. I trusted you Layla!" He was really mad. "I didn't give them the code Damon, okay? I don't know how they got it?" She said. She strangely felt no nervousness or fear. Only the guilty felt fear. "Why didn't you tell me the truth about him? God! We've been dating for almost a year and you never told me he was a ex-convict", he said a shade quieter. He watched Layla look down for a minute and stare back up at him, tears gathering in her deep blue eyes. "If I did tell you, would you still have fallen for me...?" Working in a coffee shop wasn't Layla's dream. She has a degree in Business Administration but getting a got job in America was difficult for minority groups like her. But her boss, William Grey was wonderful, plus, she did get some pretty awesome customers like Damon Prince, the billionaire businessman and New York's most eligible bachelor and some pretty awful ones as well like Logan West, Damon's annoying and stuck-up assistant. After a brief argument with Logan, Damon comes to the coffee shop to make an apology to Layla on behalf of Logan and offers her a check. She turns both down and demands that Logan apologizes or they can forget about their coffee orders. She wasn't going to be pushed around by some rich folks. This intrigues Damon and he gradually falls in love with her. They begin a beautiful relationship but it's not all roses. They soon meet Damon's ex, Yasmin Kyle and Layla's criminal and terrible father, Dario Hernandez. Their trust and love for each other is tested as well as family ties but will they pull through or are something's just not meant to be?
View MoreDamon left the coffee shop as happy as anyone could be. He had just bagged himseelf the hottest date ever. He felt proud of himself. He walked back to the office and had a slight spring in his step. Everything was going perfectly. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her long brown curly hair, her beautiful accented voice and her piercing blue eyes. She was a tease and he loved it. The office was almost closed. Logan was still packing up. He always headed home late. He was a real workaholic."Ahhh, Mr. Prince. Where have you been?"Damon tried not to appear too happy."I returned the carriers to the coffee shop."Damon watched Logan's face. His nose was wrinkled in disgust."That foul..."Damon raised his eyebrow and looked at Logan and he quickly retraced his words."I should probably get going. I have work to take home."Damon rolled his eyes and watched as Logan hurried away. Little wonder he had issues with Layla. He headed upstairs to his office to get his things. He was hungry
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The day wore on for Damon. Logan's encounter was the only interesting thing that happened for the whole day that's if you would count his meeting with heavy french accented Mr. Rochefort. He was in another meeting with the board and hopefully the last meeting for the day. He looked up at the clock. It was almost 6pm. The meeting was scheduled to end soon. This meeting was a lot easier for Damon. Everyone spoke clear, unaccented English. Soon, Damon was called to give the closing remarks. Finally! He was tired anyway. He gave a brief summary of the meeting and after a couple of handshakes, everyone left. Damon sank into his chair. It was 6pm on the dot. He called his secretary to drop the minute of the meeting on his desk. After a few moments, he got up and headed to his office. As he entered, he saw the coffee carriers on his desk. The image of Layla's face immediately etched itself in his mind. He thought of calling Natalie to return them but he decided to do it himself. At least he
Logan stormed angrily into the office. Immediately he entered, he was surrounded by thirsty employees who had been waiting for their drinks."Finally you're back," one employee exclaimed."Took you long enough Logan," said another and within seconds, the carriers were emptied. Only two orders were left: Damon's and his. Logan went of to Damon's office. "Finally, you're back. What took you so long and why are you huffing and puffing?" Damon asked a little quizzed. What kind of trouble did he get into just on his way to buy coffees. He took his order and settled down in his chair with a office made croissant in his hand."Mr. Prince, we need to find another cafe to order. The customer service at Will's is appalling and their coffee taste's ...""Mmmmm..." said Damon to Logan's surprise. "This tastes delicious. Wow! Better than our old coffee shop. They always put too much cream in mine." No sooner had Damon spoke another employee, passed Damon's office."Good afternoon Mr. Prince. Mr.
Layla was having a quiet day at work. It's was exactly what she needed after the morning fiasco. Carmen was being, well, Carmen. Ooohing and ahhing every hot guy that walked in or out. As Layla was just leaving out an order for six macchiatos and a frappe, her phone rang. It was her dad. What on earth did he want now?"Hola, papa...""Get some milk and eggs on your way back, we're running out." The line went dead immediately. She didn't really expect anything more from him during the conversation. Not like he was ever going to say 'I love you' or 'how is work going?' Layla hoped Azaera was doing okay. She was a well behaved cat but would lash out if her patience was tested. Such was the case most times when she left her home with dad. As she worked, she thought about her future without her dad. No shouting, no yelling, no smelly house or untidy living rooms. She was not her mum and wasn't going to put up with his behavior. She looked out and stared and the high-rise building a few blo
"Open the fucking door!" were the first words Layla heard in the early hours of the morning. She checked her clock and it was 6am. The voice was soon heard again, this time, even angrier."I swear to God, if you don't open this door, you going to get it!" Her father was really upset and his Spanish accent made him sound even angrier. Azaera, too, was startled by the yelling. She hissed in anger and looked up at Layla."Don't you dare open that damn door", her blue eyes seemed to say. She hated getting up early."I'm sorry girl." And with that, Layla got out of bed and headed down stairs. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and opened the door."Buenos dias, papa." But there was no reply, Mr. Hernandez staggered in past her. He was in a mood and was terribly drunk."ÂĄNiña estĂșpida! ÂżPor quĂ© tardaste tanto?" His Spanish was terribly slurred. He smelled of cigarettes too."Lo siento, papa," said Layla. She was really trying to hide her anger. She had only just got up. Azaera was sitting
"Layla, we need a four cappuccino's, a pumpkin spice latte, two regular latte's with goats milk and a black coffee. Did you get all that?"William was always calling out long orders for Layla. Luckily she had them all written down. Thank God for paper and pencils. She was quite forgetful when it came to long lists and numbers."Sure thing Will. I'll be there in a minute."In an instant, the expresso machines whizzed on and she got to work. Layla had been working at Will's Coffee shop for almost two years. It wasn't her dream job but at least it kept her off the streets and put a little money in her pocket. She had a degree in Business Administration from Stanford but getting a job as a minority group was really hard in New York and America in general. But she loved working for Will and she also loved properly made coffee and made latte's like a pro. Before long, all the orders were ready. She put them on a tray and set them out."Carmen! Orders are ready." Carmen was Layla's best frie
"Layla, we need a four cappuccino's, a pumpkin spice latte, two regular latte's with goats milk and a black coffee. Did you get all that?"William was always calling out long orders for Layla. Luckily she had them all written down. Thank God for paper and pencils. She was quite forgetful when it came to long lists and numbers."Sure thing Will. I'll be there in a minute."In an instant, the expresso machines whizzed on and she got to work. Layla had been working at Will's Coffee shop for almost two years. It wasn't her dream job but at least it kept her off the streets and put a little money in her pocket. She had a degree in Business Administration from Stanford but getting a job as a minority group was really hard in New York and America in general. But she loved working for Will and she also loved properly made coffee and made latte's like a pro. Before long, all the orders were ready. She put them on a tray and set them out."Carmen! Orders are ready." Carmen was Layla's best frie
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