Secrets

Layla/D

I used my key and open the door; I see the old bastard slumped over on the couch with an almost empty beer still in his hand.

"Thank God" I sigh. I tiptoed to my room my window was still open from last night. I look out damn girl that was a far ass jump I thought to myself as my leg throbbed. I head to the bathroom and turn the shower water on taking off my jeans I hesitated taking off his shirt my God he smells so good.

Girl take the damn shirt off I say to my self.

I sighed and pulled the shirt over my head and took off his boxers my perverted mind thinking about what he looks like when he's pulling these off? I shake my head and jump in the hot shower letting it soothe me I got out not realizing I just spent damn near in hour in the shower I slipped on my onesie pjs and peaked out into the living room.

Good still knocked out.

I set on my bed wishing I could call him the old bastard didn't allow me to have a phone.

I'm going back tonight I thought to myself.

Davious

"That girl give me fucking whiplash ugh fuck" I curse taking my second shot.

Day drinking this is what it came to huh I pull out my trees and roll a fatty imma need all of this I inhale deeply I can't even call shorty she ain't give me a number... I never seen her with a phone... wonder if she got one

I finish off my blunt

I look at the clock 11:17

Fuuuuuuccckkk I had a meeting at the office at 10.

This girl got me fucking up I say to myself.

I take a shower really fast and snatch off my durag, I take my diamond earrings out and remove all my chains except for the small gold one I tuck into my t shirt I quickly put on my Armani suit and gold cuff links and look into the mirror.

Damn a whole new man I laugh people really don't know who I am outside of my offices.

I head to my penthouse and park my Benz I grab my work phone.

20 missed calls. damn

I call my driver and tell him to pull around asap and right on time I see him pulling up.

"To the office Relo"

Shit I shock myself was that me it's crazy how my voice switch in this setting.

"Yes sir"

We pull up to my main office building and I take the elevator to the 20th floor.

Immediately Laura my assistant is running up to me.

"Mr. Landon! Mr. Landon! sir I have been trying to call you missed two meetings and I couldn't-

I cut her off "Laura calm down, slowly, breath now tell me what two meetings did I miss?"

"Mr. Hanson and the meeting with the new hires sir"

"Ok reschedule the new hire meeting and call Mr. Hanson and- "

"But sir Mr. Hanson said he wasn't- "

"Laura" I say patiently she blushes.

"Three things don't ever cut me off while I'm talking." I give her a stern look and her face is red immediately. "What does this say I point to the plaque on my office desk?"

"M-Mr. D Landon CEO" she stutters.

"CEO" I say with emphases so with that being said Mr. Hanson is going to do whatever the fuck I tell him to do my street voice slipping out.

I clear my throat getting my voice back in order "can you please go down and get me a coffee?" I smile at her.

She's back red again and stutter y-yes sir as she scurries out of my office.

I sit back on my chair digging in on all the emails I need to respond to halfway through Laura came back in with my coffee.

Damn took you long enough I thought to myself.

As if she was reading my mind, she quickly gave her explanation.

Sorry sir the coffee machine was down I had to get someone to help me fix it

I nod "Laura when you are done re arranging the meetings, I need you to get me a phone."

"Oh! Sir is something wrong with yours. I figured when you didn't resp- "

"No Laura nothing is wrong with my phone can you please just go get me another phone the latest iPhone whatever that is I smile I don't know why I just think it's funny watching this pale woman turn red.

"Yes, sir I can do that" anything else sir?

"No that would be all"

The longer I keep the smile on my face the redder she gets.

Hmm I wonder if I can turn her in to a fire tru- my phones rings.

I pick up quickly "yes" voice clip I nod at Laura letting her know she can go, and she hurries out of my office.

The day goes by slow I can't get this girl (Layla) out my mind, I wish I could talk to my guys about her... but with her age I know I got to keep this on the low.

I am not trying to be in the tabloids or worst behind bars even though i haven't done nothing with shorty I know what people will think, I know she just turned 17.

I met her when she was just 15.