Richard POV I open my eyes as I hear the phone ringing. I blink twice before grabbing the phone charging on my bedside table, and bringing it to my ear. “Hello?” I say, feeling like if I close my eyes right now, I will go back to sleep.  “I can’t find her, Richard. I don’t know where she is”, I hear Pamela’s voice on the other side. I immediately sit up on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor to bring me some balance.  “What is going on?” I ask as I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my eyes.  “Mia, she’s not on her bed. I tried her cell, and she’s not answering. I can’t find her”, Pamela says, and I stand up, feeling my heart beating so fast that I feel like I am about to pass out. Where are you, Mia? “When was the last time you saw her? Did she go out with her friends?” I ask

Richard POV “I’m here to see my son,” I hear my mother’s voice coming from the door, and I take a deep breath. I know exactly why she is here. I bet that Mia already filled her grandmother’s ears with all sorts of bullshit.  “Of course, Mr. Ashford is just at his desk” Layla moves out of the way, and my mom strides inside my office. Her thick coat handed over her shoulders and her leather gloves. She is the personification of New York fashion week.  “Mother,” I let out as I stood up and walked to her, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles politely, and before Layla leaves, I ask her for tea. My mother would kill me if I didn’t make that happen straight away.  “Would you please bring us some tea?” I ask, and I can feel mother’s eyes on Layla. I take a deep breath, helping her out of her thick coat. She passes me

Richard POV “She is almost ready,” Pamela says as she crosses her arms before her chest. Since I put my foot down that Mia will be moving in with me, Pamela has been trying everything to stop me. But I bet her lawyer told her to stop the crap she was pushing on me.  “Okay,” I say as I stand at the top of the steps outside the house. Pamela stands in front of the door, and I hear Mia coming down the stairs. I see her massive suitcase behind her, and Pamela moves to give our daughter space.  Her eyes are red and puffy, she looks pissed off, and she looks like she could kill me. She hugs Pamela that keeps her eyes on me constantly while saying goodbye to Mia. I cross my arms in front of my chest, and Mia looks at me. Her head is held high as if she is not bothered by this, but her eyes tell a different story. She walks past me into the car, waiting for her, an

Layla POV “Layla,” I hear Richard’s voice sound from the intercom. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, pull away from the desk, and get my shoes properly on my feet. I grab my iPad and walk toward his office. He has left the door open all day today. I can see him if I look to my left side, but he can see me at all times. “Close the door,” he says. I turn around, closing the door behind me, and when I turn around, he is standing in front of his desk.  Resting against his desk, the most perfect man I have ever seen, his eyes locked on mine as he offers me his hand. I stand still near the door, and he moves towards me, his body moving in the most seductive way I have ever seen. His aftershave smells amazing and invades my nostrils as he approaches me.  “You look beautiful today,” he whispers as he leans closer to my ear. I close my eyes as his voice does weird thin

Layla POV I open the door to find Jo sitting on the couch with her feet resting on the coffee table. She looks at me through the back of the couch, and she smiles.  “How was work?” she asks, and I shrug, flopping beside her. I take a deep breath, resting my feet next to hers, and she looks at me with an eyebrow raised.  “Richard asked me out on a date,” I say, and Jo sits up straight, resting her feet on the floor, and she turns her body to look at me. Her mouth opened, and then she smiled. Clapping her hands as if she was five. I roll my eyes, resting my head back against the backrest of the couch, and close my eyes, taking a deep breath.  “And? What did you say?” she asks, and I look at her.  “I said no, of course,” I say, resting my head back again, an