The Billionaires Treasure

Chapter Twelve

Picture at the top is who plays Elisa (Candice Accola)

Sapphires P.O.V

"I don't care what you think about me. I don't think about you at all ..."

The sound of laughter filled my office as Layla stood tensed beside me, watching Elisa wave about a magazine in her hand as she waddled into my office like a penguin, her laughter increasing more than humanly possible as she stared at my bruised hand covered with an ice pack.

My hands clenching into fists despite the pain in my right knuckle as I watched the tears stream down her puffy cheeks.

"God, this day gets better and better," she chuckled, waddling over to grab the cookie that was placed on my desk by Layla earlier as she shot a look of disapproval to Elisa but kept her mouth tightly shut.

"Why the hell are you always in my office your on maternity leave Elisa," I huffed out, ignoring the small pout on her face before she quickly demolished my cookie like it was a tiny skittle.

"You love me," she batter her eye lashes at me, smiling brightly as I rolled my eyes at her as a small smile tugged on my lips. I loved the girl more than anything even when she was annoying as hell, god knew how Andrew felt he had to live with the crazy woman.

"So what are you doing here this time Elisa?" I kept my voice gentle to stop the inevitable breakdown she was bound to have soon. I had fully booked the day with meetings to keep my mind of everything and by that I meant Kieran and the devil himself, Darien. Making a mental note to get better security at my house.

"I ate all the food in the house that Andrew bought yesterday so he took a hissy fit about how many times he has had to go shopping this week and demanded I went myself. You know what hes like, so dramatic," she scoffed as I held back the small laugh that threatened to leave my mouth. The only person dramatic in her house was her.

"So yea, when I got to the shop I saw this magazine and came here," she smiled, her eyes shining with mischief as I tried to take a sneak peak at the cover.

"Your here because you bought a magazine?" I raised my eyebrow in her direction as I took a sip of my coffee, the caffeine giving me exactly what I needed to get threw the day without punching someone else.

"Tell me what happened Sapphire!! Please!!" she giggled as she bounced about like a little girl, the magazine getting crumpled as she held onto it with so much in excitement. Layla backing away from her a little as I adjusted the ice on my knuckle, hoping the swelling would eventually ease.

"What?" 

"Don't give me that crap, two men left your house last night not long apart from each other with bloodied faces and your sporting a fucked hand," her face turned red as her hands started flying about, her chunky feet pacing my office as I prayed the baby wouldn't make an appearance any time soon and land on my carpet. 

"Are you having like extremely kinky sex with the both of them because that is important information you can't hold from your best friend. Yes I will admit I do like it rough but bloody is too much, but if that's what your into I wont judge," she rambled as my cheeks flared red with embarrassment, a gasp leaving Layla as her innocence came to the surface.

Thank god my brother hadn't gotten to her.

"You have haven't you? You let them both inside you?" she gasped with wide eyes, a smirk on her lips as I groaned in annoyance at the woman in front of me.

"No I haven't done anything with them, well not sex anyways," I flushed as I muttered the last part, the images of Kierans tongue devouring my sensitive core having a shiver run down my spine as I clenched my legs shut under the table. The feeling of his soft tongue on my body driving me insane.

"What the hell is that meant to mean!" she screamed, leaning over the desk so her face was centimeters away from me, her eyes narrowed as she demanded the right answer from me or I would be dealing with her wrath.

"Ehm, Kieran sort of got me to bed, but we only kissed and stuff," I muttered, feeling strangely embarrassed to talk about my intimate life with a sex addict like her, one of the joys for Andrew; his girlfriend was a freak.

"I need more than stuff!" Rolling my eyes I took a look at Layla who was looking anywhere in the room apart from us, slightly thankful that it was affecting her more than it was affecting me. She was after all the most innocent out of all of us, never even kissing a man before.

"He went down on me alright?" 

"Holy mother fricken cow balls!" she screeched, jumping with her very large belly as I instantly thanked her decision not to wear heels or we would of been dealing with a broken ankle situation.

"The bloodied men leaving your house?" she raised an eyebrow in question as rage filled me, wishing she would leave me the hell alone.

"We fell asleep and Darien came to the door at a horrible hour of the morning and saw Kieran. Long story short he punched Kieran a few times, kissed me and then I punched him really hard in the face," I smiled at the memory as Darien groaning in pain as he pulled away from me holding his left side of his face.

The blood that ran from his nose almost made me feel bad, almost.

"Is Kieran alright?" my body shivered at the sound of him name, the name coming from another woman's mouth having rage rise within me as I almost laughed at myself for feeling some sort of jealousy towards my best friend.

"I phoned after they both left, he's fine, not too much damage. Going to have a quiet one in mine tonight,"

"You do know when a guy says quiet night mean it means hardcore deep penetration sex right?" she gasped as I threw one of my pens at her, smacking her in the head with it as she glared at me.

"What the actual hell is wrong with you, you perverted woman!" 

"You are 24 years old you need some penetration action in your life!" she scoffed as it was the most obvious thing in the world as I searched for the next item to throw at her.

"Stop saying penetration!" 

"PENETRATION!" she screamed before waddling out my office as fast as she could.