Beyond Reach

Prologue

Prologue

Layla Dunbar walked through the Anderson Manor, looking for her boyfriend Philip Anderson. They had made plans last week to have their anniversary dinner about two hours ago but he never showed. So she got worried and came over to his house to check up on him. She had knocked on the door and their butler Alfred had opened the door. The manor was still as beautiful as she looked around while walking up the stairs and heading to Philip's room.

There were loud sounds coming out of the room as she got closer to the room. So she carefully opened the door and was very shocked at what she saw. Laying on the bed was her boyfriend, with a girl on top of him.

"What the hell is going on?" shouted Layla.

The pair jumped apart, startled by the loud noise made by a very angry women. Philip looked at her, his eyes wide.

"Layla... babe... it's not what it looks like... " said Philip, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around his waist.

"Oh really... then what is going on here?"

"She was just... uh... helping me with... some stuff?"

Anger was the only thing Layla could feel. She wanted to kill him with her bare hand. She kept on shifting her gaze between the two until finally looking at Philip with fire blazing eyes and said, " We are done. Stay the hell away from me or I will get a restraining order." She then turned around and was walking to the door when she remembered something. She dug in her purse and pulled out a box wrapped in a black and gold wrapping paper and threw it Philip.

"Happy anniversary, babe," Layla said as she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut. She leaned against the door and took a deep breath, as she fought to contain the tears that were rushing to get out.

Her heart felt like someone had ripped it out and stomped on it over and over until there was nothing left. She couldn't hold it in anymore, so she let the tears flow like a waterfall. The shuffling and yelling behind the door brought Layla out of her thoughts and had her running down the hallway. She was almost at the stairs when she ran into something hard and strong and fell. Mid-way two hard objects wrapped around her waist and pulled her up.     

She looked up, startled by the warmth around her waist. Layla stared up at sparkling blue eyes, full red lips, chiseled jaws, golden skin and two very hot dimples.

"Hey, there sweetheart. Whatcha doing here?" his slow and smooth drawl with a hint of a british accent made her knees weak. As he spoke, Layla focused on his lips and imagined how it would feel if he laid them on hers. Layla shook her head, cleared her thoughts and focused on the stranger's eyes.

" Who are you? I have never seen you around before."

"I'm Jaxson Anderson. So, you gonna answer my question or what. "

"Anderson. Are you related to Philip?"

"Yes I am. That little playboy is my little brother"

" I didn't know he had a brother." Layla could feel her starting to eyes water.

"Yeah, well not a lot of people do. But back to my question. What are you doing here?"

"Your brother is my boyfriend... well my ex-boyfriend now." That is when the tears started to flow and the once forgotten pain returned. Layla felt warm arms engulfed her into a bear hug as she cried.

They stayed like that for a little while and he picked her up bridal style and took her into a room and locked the door.

"Thank you, Jax," was the last thing she said before falling asleep.