CHAPTER 10.
Dylan.
"What the hell is going on here?" I ask as I come to a stop at my assistant's desk.
Lucas has been working as my assistant for three years now and he has stayed longer than any other personal assistant I have worked with in the past. Although that is about to change now.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I told her you were in a conference meeting and she should check back later since she doesn't have an appointment, but she insisted on waiting for you. I'm really sorry…"
I ignore Lucas's rambling and focus my glare on Satan incarnate instead. She's wearing a short pink suit that looks formal but classy as well as sexy. Her long legs are crossed as she sits on Lucas's work desk, leaning back on her hands, her stilettos pointing upwards.
She looks like she's posing for a magazine. Her posture is elegant, yet relaxed and flirtatious.
I force my eyes away from her before they wander further up her body. I can understand how Lucas couldn't get her to behave. She looks like someone who can wiggle her index finger and you suddenly feel pulled towards her by a string.
"Lucas, have you sent out the contracts I signed to the respective companies?"
He shuffles on his feet nervously as he replies, "Done. You have an urgent email from Shelton Greene. I starred it for you so it'll be easy to find."
I nod. "Good. Cancel my appointment for the next hour."
I don't wait for his reply before storming into my office. I hear the clicking of heels, indicating that Laila is right behind me and as I take my seat, I see her looking around my office.
"This is nice," she compliments me.
I watch her as she struts to the left, glancing at the bookshelves lined against the wall. Taking advantage of her back that's turned to me, I observe her closely.
Laila is a beautiful blonde and if I had a weakness, she would be it. We had met at an auction and I had been smitten by her. Granted, back then, I was usually smitten by anything that looked feminine.
She looked better than the last time I saw her though. Her pudgy fat is nowhere to be found and her body stretches the suit nicely. It's obvious she has spent a lot of time at the gym.
"Well, I personally think the bookshelf defeats the serious work atmosphere though." She reasoned with a serious expression on her face.
Laila raised her hands to run it through the books on the shelf and I snapped.
"Don't…touch them. Besides, no one asked for your personal opinions, Laila. Why are you here?"
She turns towards me with a smirk and makes her way back to my desk. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, emotions warring within me. There's something about a confident woman in a suit that attracts me and there's something about the color pink on a woman that enhances her femininity.
Put the two together and you have a very dangerous woman that has the power to wreck me, and I'm sure this is one of the reasons Laila decided to wear a pink suit. She knows me more than I gave her credit for.
"I love the fact that I still affect you, Dylan. How many years has it been again?" She teases, confidence coursing through her veins.
"Cut the bullshit, Laila. What are you doing here? We both know you didn't come here to reminisce," I lash out. Laila loved playing games. It's one of the things I liked about her before but now, it's grating on my nerves.
"Still smart, I see." She chuckled.
I clench my jaw and lean back in my seat, refusing to play whatever game she has in mind. I wait impatiently for her to speak as I push back the hair that has fallen down my face. I should probably get a haircut soon.
"Fine. I have a proposal for you," she explained as she sat down in the leather chair across from me, dropping her diamond clutch on my desk. I wait for her to continue.
"I need money urgently, and if you give me what I want, I'll give you what you crave for deep down."
She's nervous, I can see it on her face even though she tries to hide it. I run a hand through my hair as I ruminate on her offer, not breaking eye contact.
"What do you think I crave?" I ask.
"Stability. According to the news, you've dropped sleeping around. That's great honestly but the woman you decided to sacrifice it all for, is not befitting of the status of being your woman."
I scoff loudly as I take in her features. She really believes what she's saying. It's been the weeks of bliss with Sheila and no one is going to tell me how fitting she is.
"How much do you need?" There's a triumphant look in her eyes when I ask the question and I also see a hint of relief.
"A million dollars and we'll call it even." She must have seen the look on my face because she quickly adds, "It's for a surgery."
"Fine. I don't care what the money is used for, but never show your face here again. And as for the woman that isn't fit to be my woman, well she's here to stay and you better get used to it."
After dismissing her, I soon get so absorbed in my work that by the time I finally glance at the time, I realize that if I don't get a move on right away I will be late for the work party I'm going for.
"Shit," I exclaim as I power off my computer and put on my suit, grabbing my keys and phone off the desk.
Lucas is typing furiously on his computer when I finally make my way out. "You can close up and go home, Lucas. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright. Have a good day, sir."
As I race home, I think, "Hopefully, this party will be better than the ball."