In my 20years of life, I've never kissed a man. I was keeping my first kiss till I fall in love but now it's gone, it's been taken by someone who doesn't even care, a cold hearted psychopath. 'Why would he do that? Is he falling in love with me?' I thought, feeling goosebumps rising on my arms just by the thought of it. "No no, it can't be" I murmured, shaking my head in disbelief. 'Why would he fall for me, am I that pretty?' I asked myself, touching the large glasses that was resting on the bridge of my nose. Feeling aggrieved, I stomped my feet and went downstairs. 'How could he? I hate him even more now'. As I kept thinking about it, I felt the resentment I had for him build up more. Seeing as he wasn't coming downstairs and it was already lunch time, I decided to do my job since I was the only maid in this house. Entering the kitchen, I opened the fridge and saw that there was enough ingredients to prepare a meal. I wasn't a great cook but I wasn't bad either. Done with mak
Waving good bye to Mia, I held the chocolate cake I bought for Ava before deciding to take a little stroll to clear my head.After walking for about 10minutes, I felt like I was being followed again but when I turned back, there was no one around. It was already almost 7pm, we didn't spend much time in the cafe.Brushing the feeling, I walked to Ava's kindergarten to pick her up. The cafe was a lot closer to the kindergarten than I thought.After picking her up, we went home. Seeing the cake, Ava was excited and didn't want to eat her dinner but I had to force her.Staring at her sleeping face, I smiled softly, brushing my fingers across her soft cheeks. She was a little bit tired after playing the whole day, making her sleep earlier than normal.Done with taking a shower, I sat down in front of my mirror, drying my hair and thinking about how tomorrow would be.After the kiss with Mr Damon, I felt like things had gotten even more awkward between us, I couldn't even look him in the ey
"uhm, yes it's pretty comfortable" I said, but I could feel the soreness in my neck from my sleeping position. Staring at me weirdly, he said a simple "Okay" before turning around and waved goodbye. Still standing in a daze, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs slowly. Realizing I couldn't hear the sound of footsteps anymore, I turned back to check only to find Mr Damon right behind me. Looking down at me with unfathomable emotions in his deep blue eyes, his face cold and expressionless. I never seem to understand him, he was so good at hiding his emotions that no one could break through him. Seeing as he wasn't saying anything, I asked "Do you need anything, sir?" Tilting my head to the side to stare at him fully. Squinting his eyes are me, he turned around and went back upstairs, completely ignoring my question. Shrugging, I went back to the kitchen. I was already use to his whims. Checking the time, I realized it was already evening and it would soon be time to start head
I watched his face closely, searching for any sign of discomfort, but he simply shifted slightly, his expression relaxing. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I adjusted the towel on his forehead and sat down beside the bed. The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing...steady, but weak. His fever was still high, and I couldn't help but worry. What if it got worse? What if he didn't wake up anytime soon? I bit my lip and reached for his hand, hesitating for a moment before wrapping my fingers around his. His skin was warm...too warm. "Mr Damon," I whispered again, this time a little louder. His fingers twitched slightly, and after a long pause, his lips parted. "Water..." His voice was barely audible, raspy and weak. Snapping into action, I quickly poured a glass from the jug on his nightstand and lifted his head gently, bringing the rim to his lips. He took a few slow sips before turning his head away, a faint sigh escaping him. I placed the glass back and
Getting in the car, I told him the address and he drove there without saying a word. He seems to be deep in thought. Getting out of the car, I heard my name being called out "Layla!!!" As Ava ran and jumped into my arms. "I missed you" "I missed you too, Ava" I smiled as I hug her. "I'm sorry I was a little late today, I was so busy." I said softly. "It's okay" Ava said in her childish voice, a bright smile on her small round face. "Ahem!!" Hearing Mr Damon clear his throat, clearly asking for attention as we seem to be ignoring him, I turned to him with Ava still in my arms and introduced, "Ava, say hi to my boss...Mr Damon" "Hi Mr Damon, it's nice to meet you" she said childishly, stretching her right hand out for an hand shake. "My teacher said it's respectful to shake someone you just met" she continued. Giggling softly, I stared at Mr Damon's face to study his expression but what I saw shocked me. There was a soft smile hanging on his lips, making him look more breathta
RYAN'S POVEnding the call, I sighed. Files scattered on my desk in front of me. I couldn't do any work cause my mind has been on Layla since the first day I met her....on my bed, looking disheveled.Seeing her on my bed that day, I couldn't take my eyes off her, as she shuffled around for her glasses....I had to force myself to keep my composure.She looked so out of place yet oddly comfortable, like she belonged there but didn’t know it yet. Her messy hair, the way she blinked up at me in confusion...it was the first time in a long while that someone had caught me off guard. And damn, did she catch me.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake the memory, but it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Heard her voice.And now, no matter how much work piled up in front of me, none of it mattered. Because my mind was stuck on Layla.Even after finding out about what I did to her in the past, I still couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about her. To stop wanting her
RYAN'S POV *The next morning* Knock knock!! I heard the sound of knocking, pulling me out of my sleep as i groggily opened my eyes. "Come in" I said in a hoarse voice...still feeling drowsy from the sleep. The door creaked open as Layla walked in with a cup of coffee in hand. Staring at her, I swallowed hard. She looked so good...it was impossible to not look at her. Layla tilted her head, watching me as I stared at her. "Good morning Mr Damon" she greeted, bringing me back from my train of thought. I cleared my throat, shifting slightly as I sat up. "Morning" I muttered, my voice still rough from sleep. Layla walked over, placing the coffee on my bedside table with the same practiced grace she did everything else. I should’ve been used to it by now...her presence, her efficiency, the way she always seemed to be in control...but somehow, she still had this effect on me. "How are you feeling now, Mr Damon?" She asked, tilting her head to the side while studying me. "You
LAYLA'S POV Staring at him warily, I took another step back, ready to run out. Mr Damon seems different, he changed ever since the day he had a fever. Before, he was always cold and distant, barely sparing me a glance unless it was necessary. But now…now he was looking at me like he saw me. Like he wanted something. And that scared me. I cleared my throat, gripping the hem of my top. "I should go" I muttered, forcing my voice to stay steady. His smirk didn’t fade, If anything, it deepened. "Running away again, Layla?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. "I'm not running," I defended, though even I wasn’t convinced. He took a slow step forward, erasing the space I had just created. My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him. "You always do" he murmured "Every time I get close, you pull away." I frowned, my heart pounding. "That's because you shouldn’t be getting close" I shot back. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a brief second, I thought I saw some
The next day Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I stood up hurriedly to prepare breakfast for Ava like I did every other mornings. Bathing and getting her ready for school was already so easy for me. As we are breakfast, I explained to Ava that I won't be the one to pick her up for the next three days, and she shouldn't worry. "Why? Where are you going?" She asked in her sweet, childish voice. "I'm just going to be away for work, baby. I'll be back before you know it" I reassured her. "Can't Ava come with you?" She asked childishly. "No Ava, but I promise to take you with me next time" I promise, smiling softly at her. "Okay" she pouted. "Don't pout, a beautiful lady is going to take care of you while I'm gone, so make sure you behave, okay?" I asked. "Okay" she answered with a smile this time. Smiling back, I stared at her. I wasn't ready to part from her, even if it'll only be three days. We haven't been apart from each other before, except when I go to work.
RYAN'S POV Staring at her retreating back, I sighed. Fuck, why did I say that? Why did I make a promise I know I won't be able to keep?. Walking back to my sit, I sat down and opened the drawer on my right, bringing out the document in its. On the top of the opened file was Smith, written boldly. I ran a hand down my face, my jaw tightening as I stared at the file. Smith. The name alone was enough to send a wave of frustration through me. I flipped through the pages, my eyes scanning the information I already knew too well. Layla thought she could just walk away...but she had no idea what she was up against. Her name wasn’t on this file, but it might as well have been. Because whether she realized it or not, she was already caught in the middle of something far bigger than just being my maid. And no matter what I had promised her, I knew one thing for sure. I couldn't let her go. Picking up my phone, I dialled a number and called. "Hello sir?" The voice on the o
"I know you're engaged to Miss Olivia" I said again, making sure my voice was loud and firm. Ryan let out a slow, measured breath, his eyes never leaving mine. A flicker of frustration crossed his face, but there was something else there too...something deeper, something I couldn’t quite read. "So that’s what this is about" he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. His expression was unreadable now, his usual mask slipping back into place. "You think that changes anything?" I blinked, taken aback by how casually he dismissed it. "Of course it does!" I snapped. "You’re engaged, Mr Damon. To someone else. You can’t just..." I gestured between us, feeling my face heat. "This...whatever this is...shouldn’t even be happening!" Ryan sighed, shaking his head. "You don’t understand." "Then make me understand," I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's just business, it doesn't matter and you shouldn't think about it" he said, his expression unreadable. "I don't care, I'm j
Two months later It's been two months since I started avoiding Mr Damon, making sure I wasn't in his presence for more than five minutes. I stuck to my plan religiously...keeping my distance, limiting our interactions, and making sure I was never alone with him for too long. At first, I thought he’d push back, try to corner me again like he always did. But to my surprise, he didn’t. He let me have my space. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe. Because even if he wasn’t physically closing the distance between us anymore, I could feel his eyes on me whenever we were in the same room. He never stopped watching me. Never stopped making me aware of his presence. And the worst part? It was working. Because no matter how much I tried to ignore him, my body still reacted whenever he was near. My pulse would quicken, my skin would tingle, and my mind would betray me with thoughts I had no business thinking. I hated it. And yet, a small part of me...one I refused to acknowled
LAYLA'S POV Staring at him warily, I took another step back, ready to run out. Mr Damon seems different, he changed ever since the day he had a fever. Before, he was always cold and distant, barely sparing me a glance unless it was necessary. But now…now he was looking at me like he saw me. Like he wanted something. And that scared me. I cleared my throat, gripping the hem of my top. "I should go" I muttered, forcing my voice to stay steady. His smirk didn’t fade, If anything, it deepened. "Running away again, Layla?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. "I'm not running," I defended, though even I wasn’t convinced. He took a slow step forward, erasing the space I had just created. My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him. "You always do" he murmured "Every time I get close, you pull away." I frowned, my heart pounding. "That's because you shouldn’t be getting close" I shot back. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a brief second, I thought I saw some
RYAN'S POV *The next morning* Knock knock!! I heard the sound of knocking, pulling me out of my sleep as i groggily opened my eyes. "Come in" I said in a hoarse voice...still feeling drowsy from the sleep. The door creaked open as Layla walked in with a cup of coffee in hand. Staring at her, I swallowed hard. She looked so good...it was impossible to not look at her. Layla tilted her head, watching me as I stared at her. "Good morning Mr Damon" she greeted, bringing me back from my train of thought. I cleared my throat, shifting slightly as I sat up. "Morning" I muttered, my voice still rough from sleep. Layla walked over, placing the coffee on my bedside table with the same practiced grace she did everything else. I should’ve been used to it by now...her presence, her efficiency, the way she always seemed to be in control...but somehow, she still had this effect on me. "How are you feeling now, Mr Damon?" She asked, tilting her head to the side while studying me. "You
RYAN'S POVEnding the call, I sighed. Files scattered on my desk in front of me. I couldn't do any work cause my mind has been on Layla since the first day I met her....on my bed, looking disheveled.Seeing her on my bed that day, I couldn't take my eyes off her, as she shuffled around for her glasses....I had to force myself to keep my composure.She looked so out of place yet oddly comfortable, like she belonged there but didn’t know it yet. Her messy hair, the way she blinked up at me in confusion...it was the first time in a long while that someone had caught me off guard. And damn, did she catch me.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake the memory, but it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Heard her voice.And now, no matter how much work piled up in front of me, none of it mattered. Because my mind was stuck on Layla.Even after finding out about what I did to her in the past, I still couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about her. To stop wanting her
Getting in the car, I told him the address and he drove there without saying a word. He seems to be deep in thought. Getting out of the car, I heard my name being called out "Layla!!!" As Ava ran and jumped into my arms. "I missed you" "I missed you too, Ava" I smiled as I hug her. "I'm sorry I was a little late today, I was so busy." I said softly. "It's okay" Ava said in her childish voice, a bright smile on her small round face. "Ahem!!" Hearing Mr Damon clear his throat, clearly asking for attention as we seem to be ignoring him, I turned to him with Ava still in my arms and introduced, "Ava, say hi to my boss...Mr Damon" "Hi Mr Damon, it's nice to meet you" she said childishly, stretching her right hand out for an hand shake. "My teacher said it's respectful to shake someone you just met" she continued. Giggling softly, I stared at Mr Damon's face to study his expression but what I saw shocked me. There was a soft smile hanging on his lips, making him look more breathta
I watched his face closely, searching for any sign of discomfort, but he simply shifted slightly, his expression relaxing. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I adjusted the towel on his forehead and sat down beside the bed. The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing...steady, but weak. His fever was still high, and I couldn't help but worry. What if it got worse? What if he didn't wake up anytime soon? I bit my lip and reached for his hand, hesitating for a moment before wrapping my fingers around his. His skin was warm...too warm. "Mr Damon," I whispered again, this time a little louder. His fingers twitched slightly, and after a long pause, his lips parted. "Water..." His voice was barely audible, raspy and weak. Snapping into action, I quickly poured a glass from the jug on his nightstand and lifted his head gently, bringing the rim to his lips. He took a few slow sips before turning his head away, a faint sigh escaping him. I placed the glass back and