Richard POV
“Dylan, I fucked up. I need your help”, she says, striding to the chair in front of him while he goes wide-eyed and tries to signal her to shut up. I clear my throat, and my daughter’s panicked eyes meet mine.
“Shit,” she curses under her breath.
“Language,” I blurt out, and she stands up immediately. I’m not close to Mia, which is all my fault. Whenever she needs something, she always asks Dylan. She has a connection with him that I could never form with her. I was twenty when I got Pamela pregnant. We were in college, and I owned up to my mistake. I decided if I was mature enough to get a girl pregnant, I had to deal with the consequences.
“Dad, I can explain,” she says. I raise my hand, and she stops speaking automatically. Her eyes meet the floor, and I walk to her.
“Ricky, come on, man,” Dylan says. I look at him, and he immediately raises both his hands in an apologetic way. He stands from his chair and walks around, kissing Mia on the top of her head before exiting his own office, leaving me alone with my daughter so we can sort out whatever it is that she needs help with.
“Sit,” I tell her, and she takes a deep breath sitting on the chair she was in before, and I sit on the one next to her. Her eyes meet mine, and I sit back in the chair. I am trying my hardest not to snap at her.
“What happened?” I ask, and she shakes her head. She looks at her hands, and then her eyes meet mine again. Mia was never out of words, and I don’t know why she behaves like this right now. If there’s something that Mia isn’t, is shy about.
“Is it something with school?” I ask, and she nods. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “What is it? “Speak, Mia,“ I say, and she swallows with her blue eyes meeting mine.
“I was suspended,” she says, and I stand up. I can’t believe she is behaving like this again. This is the third private school I have had to get Mia into, and she always gets suspended and expelled.
“Why?” I ask, and she looks at me as I stand in front of her, leaning against the desk behind me. I cross my arms in front of my chest, and she smiles softly.
“Today,” she says, and I nod. What the fuck is wrong with this girl? Why does she behave like a lunatic and get herself expelled? I wasn’t a saint when I was in school, but I never got into trouble. I always managed to get away with everything I did, and I would assume she would do the same. She is a very smart girl.
“I am very disappointed with you right now,” I say, and she laughs out loud.
“And what else is new, dad? I am a total screw-up, a disappointment, and it doesn’t matter what I do. It’s never enough,” she shouts at me before she leans down and grabs her bag from the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, and she ignores me, walking out of the office. I grab the glass of whiskey I had poured before she arrived and down it immediately. The door opens when I throw the glass against the wall, and Dylan walks in.
“Bad timing?” he asks, and I swear to God I could smash my hand against someone’s face right now and feel good about it. I really don’t understand where Mia’s attitude comes from.
“That girl…” I say, and Dylan walks to me, resting one hand on my shoulder.
“She is just desperately trying to get your attention,” Dylan says. I look him in the eyes, and he nods slightly. Is that so? Is that why she behaves like she has no manners?
“Oh, but she’s got my attention now,” I say before grabbing my phone from my pocket and dealing with the school’s number. “I want an appointment with the headmistress Santos straight away,” I bark at the receptionist that answers the phone.
“Who is this?” she asks, and I have no patience for incompetence. Don’t they have a way of seeing who is calling?
“This is Richard Ashford,” I say in my driest tone of voice.
“Mr. Ashford, I was just about to call you,” she says, and o roll my eyes as I walk down the corridor toward my office to grab my things.
“Call Nando,” I say to Esther, and she nods as she starts dialing his number on her phone.
I walk into my office. “I don’t care what you were about to do, and I want a meeting right now,” I say before ending the phone call and leaving my office.
“He is downstairs in the garage,” Esther says, and I nod before I storm towards the elevator. I am fuming, and I can’t believe this is happening again. I pay a lot of money to that school for them to suspend her like that and treat her like they do with the other kids.
“Richard,” Nando says as he stands next to the open door of my Austin Martin. I nod my head and get in the cart just before he slams the door shut and goes to his seat.
“To Mia’s school, please,” I say, and he nods before pulling away from the parking space I own in the garage. The drive is chaotic, as it always is in New York, and the school is empty when we arrive.
I open the doors, walk through the corridors I’ve known way too well, and find the headteacher’s office.
“Mr. Ashford,” the secretary says as she stands up to greet me. I nod my head and walk past her to the office. She doesn’t even try to stop me. I dated Sandra for four months before Mia attended school. We broke up because she kept trying to get me to meet her family and friends, and I wasn’t interested.
“Richard,” she says, standing up as soon as I close the door behind me. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. Fuck that. I am not in the mood for flirting.
“What did she do this time?” I ask, sitting on the chair she pointed me to.
“Rachel, can we have some coffee here, please?” she asks her secretary through the intercom.
I roll my eyes because this kind of behavior is just pissing me off more than anything. I just want to know what Mia did and how much I will have to pay to get her back to school by eliminating this situation from her records.
Layla POV“Are you shitting me right now?” I curse out loud as I look in the full-body mirror to see that I ripped my favorite tights all the way from the toes to the middle of my thighs. “Argh,” I said in frustration before taking them off again and throwing them into the trash.I walk back to the drawers where my lingerie and tights are. I open the middle drawer and start moving around, looking for another one, but I can’t find any. “Fucking great,” I curse, walking out of my room and knocking next door into Jo’s room.“Jo, open up,” I say as I pound on the door, and she opens it, one eye still closed and messy hair in front of her face.“Who died?” she asks, and I walk past her into the bedroom.“Hey, Leo,” I say as I walk past the bed and into the small closet she has at the end of her room.“Hey, Layla,” Leo says, pulling his head out of the covers and watching me walk around in his girlfriend’s bedroom half-naked.“What are you looking for?” Jo asks before she jumps back in bed
Layla POVIt’s finally the weekend, and I can’t wait but to relax. I am wearing my most comfortable yoga pants with an oversized t-shirt that hits me almost on my knees. I am lazily lying down on the couch watching tv when Jo comes out of her room with tears in her eyes.“That bastard,” she curses, sitting on the end of the couch, moving my feet and resting them on her legs. I raise an eyebrow, looking at her, and she takes a deep breath, cleaning her tears with the back of her sleeve.“We’re going out,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh out loud. She must be on drugs or something. There’s no way in hell I am going out tonight. She looks at me, and it seems like she is reading my mind.“Come on, Layla, I need this,” she says, and I sit up on the couch, moving my knees against my chest and hugging my legs as I look at her.“And why is that?” I ask, and she bites her lower lip, looking at me. I keep looking at her, waiting for the bomb to drop. And fuck me, and it does drop.“I caugh
Richard POV“Come on, we have to go,” Dylan says, and I put my glass back down on the coffee table in front of me, “Jude is already there, and Fred should be arriving soon,” he says as I roll my eyes. If it weren’t for Dylan, I wouldn’t be going. Today is his birthday, and as the bohemian playboy he is, he decided to have a masquerade sex dungeon kind of party. I shake my head mentally. When is he going to fucking grow up?“Who thought that a sinners’ party was a good idea?” I ask dryly, and Dylan laughs.“It’s fucking genius. There’s nothing better than sex, brother”, he says as he puts a hand on my shoulder before he starts walking out.“You need to chill and get fucking laid,” Dylan says, and I shake my head. The thought of a random woman touching me makes my entire body shiver. I push away the idea and follow him out of my house. We walk straight to Nando, who is waiting for us by the car with the back door already opened.“Nando, my man, how are you?” Dylan asks, shaking his hand
Layla POVOnce inside, I look around. This is the craziest place I have ever been to. I look at the entrance wall, and it has a map with all the different rooms and what happens in them. I smile, realizing that quickly this is becoming a sex party and not just an ordinary party. Whoever came up with this party is a freaking genius. I have never done anything like this before. People might think I am outgoing because of my looks, but I am kind of an introvert. I like staying home cuddled up with a pleasant set of comfy pajamas and watching TV. “This is insane,” Jo whispers in my ear, and I nod in agreement. It really is. She holds my hand, and we walk inside. I can feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach. “Ladies,” a man dressed all in black with beautiful green eyes approaches us and smiles, “There are some rules I need to explain,” he says, and we both nod. “Rule #1, your phones need to be turned off, and a sticker will be placed in front of your cameras.”“Rule #2, Masks need
Layla POV“That is something I have never been called before,” he whispers, and I smile as his hands keep moving up and down my body, exploring every inch of it.I gather the courage and move my hands down his arms and then up again, moving them to his chest and undoing the buttons from his shirt, exposing his tanned skin covered in a small layer of chest hair. I can’t help but pass my fingers over them. His skin is hot, and his chest is hard. I move my hands to his shoulder and peel his shirt off, leaving him completely exposed to me. His skin is clear of tattoos, and I can’t help but kiss his shoulder.His hand moves further along my pussy. He can feel how wet I am because slowly, he slides one finger inside of me, making me squirm, while with another finger, he plays with my clit. I close my eyes, moaning, and he covers my mouth with his hand. I can’t help but lick him, and he smiles. Too bad it is so dark I can barely see his facial features. But let’s be honest, and I don’t need
Richard POV "Good morning," I hear Mrs. Nichols say as I walk into the kitchen. I smile at her as I grab a cup from the cabinet. "Good morning," I reply as she pours me coffee. It smells amazing. I grab my cup and walk to my office. I put the cup on the coaster, sit on my chair, and turn on my laptop. I open my email and immediately regret doing so, I have already thirty-two, and it's only six thirty in the morning. There's one from Dylan and another from Jude. I decide to open those first and regret immediately opening Dylan's. "Hey bro, I thought you would like to have a look at these pictures that I got my hands on. Don't worry; I took care of them, and no one got to see them, but damn…." I open the attachments to find two pictures of me and the mysterious brunette at the party. The first photo is of her pressed against the wall while I fucked her from behind, and the second one is of
Layla POV He's a dick. I shake my head as I walk to the elevator. I press the button and realize I have no idea what floor IT is. I walk back to the desk to ask Esther, but she is not there. I looked all around the floor, and I couldn't find her. Is she in there with him? I take a deep breath and walk to the door stopping a few inches away, my shoes almost touching the door. As I raise my hand to knock, the door slams open, and a big Richard Ashford slams his massive body against mine, making me take a few steps back. His fist grips my arm, keeping me in place, and the warmth of his hand irradiates through my arm. My eyes lock on his deep blue eyes, and he is very serious. "Where have you been?" he asks, and I blink a couple of times, trying to make my brain function again. I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, and when I realize he is looking at me with a death stare, I take one step back, making his hand fall on his side.
Layla POV It's almost eight o'clock when I finish everything I have to do at work. I had to stay a few extra hours to sort everything out and get all the paperwork into the appropriate folders on the iPad. I have a banging headache, and I am starving. I didn't have time to eat. The phone kept ringing non-stop with the people I canceled the meetings with complaining they waited months for the appointment. Well, they were lucky I managed to squeeze them where I did. Ricard will be finishing work later every day for the next three weeks. It was that or made everyone wait months again. I sit back on my chair, stretching my arms above my head and moving my neck from side to side. I turn my iMac off, and as I place the iPad on the charge, the elevator door opens, and Richard walks in. He is holding his jacket in his hand, and on the other hand, he has his phone while he scrolls through.&nb