The Billionaires Treasure

Chapter Seven

"Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.."

The magazine in front of me screamed drama as my hand clenched on my roasting mug of coffee. I should of known, they knew everything there was to know; the leaching paps.

"It's on the cover of every magazine in the City," Layla spoke quietly as she avoided all eye contact with me. I didn't blame her after the murderous look I had plastered on my face all morning.

The lack of sleep and constant thoughts of Darien giving me a burning fury within me that wouldn't vanish quickly.

I refused to lock myself in my house and stop my life because of him, deciding it would keep my mind off things being at work. Not that my security guards were any good anyway, I was still to have a serious discussion with them about who wont be having children in the future if it ever happens again.

"They are surrounding the building," Layla whispered softly as her eyes focused on my large window. Sure enough a mass of bodies cluttered around the main doors of the building, large cameras in hands, some even with microphones.  Even in the pouring rain and harsh wind they were still eager to get a sneaky shot of me.The only words they would get from me was get the fuck away from my building.

Standing from my chair I walked towards the window, pulling the blinds shut tightly to gain more privacy, this was all I needed right now. 

Layla stayed quiet, looking at the magazine siting on my desk screaming at me to open it to see the damage it was about to do to my already hectic life.

"Did you read it?" my voice came out weak as I looked at Layla, my heart pounding within my chest. I couldn't explain the emotions that ran through my body . The lack of sleep, constant confusion and depression all kicking in at the one time as my body felt drained. Slumping into my desk chair as I let out a sigh.

Layla looked at me with wide eyes in horror, opening her mouth several times to say something, "I didn't want to intrude," her eyes held sympathy as she watched me. She was one of the few that had ever witnessed me away from the businessmen and slutty reception girls. She had saw me at my worst, but never like this.

My hand twitched to open the magazine as I glared at the image on the front cover, the picture was enough to bring a tear to my eye as my throat tightened.

I couldn't say anything against him, that he forced me into it because he didn't force me. I clung to him like a desperate virgin the minute he pressed his lips against mine. My body obeying to his every touch. The burn of his lips against mine still leaving a slight tingle at the thought as shiver raced down my spine.

The picture screamed a thousand words, I didn't even have to look at the headline to know what everyone thought. 

"You should look inside," Layla's timid voice broke me from my glaring contest with the magazine, "I mean I didn't look at it I swear! I heard one of the girls speak about it!" she rambled quickly as her cheeks became a dark shade of red with nerves and fear. A look that quickly vanished as I sent her a reassuring smile.