WTF is that?

ummmm please... Layla whimpered as a starving Derrick bit her nipple, licking off the honey, he slowly caressed her breast while wrapping his other hand around her waist. Pulling her closer to him her body respond with an arch in her back. As he whispered May I have the honor? she braced herself and release her breath replying with a low hissing "yessss".

Layla opened her eyes as her alarm went off. WTF was that. A dream!!!! as she was about to throw a fit she realized the IV in her arm. At that moment her door opened and it was her mom. "Layla... darling... how are you feeling this morning?" Momma Amor ask while touching her forehead. Confused Layla asks "What happened to me?" Well darling it seem you passed out in Mr. Northbrook arms last night...Momma Amor stated.

WHAT!!!!... HOW????... I DONT REMEMBER ANY OF THAT!!!!. Layla screamed. "Okay darling... frist no screaming, it's not necessary what's done is done, Mrs Amor shook her head as she continued. "I just got of the phone with the doctors about your results and it seems you have tinnitus and are anemic due to low iron".

Layla did not hear anything her mother said after falling into Derrick's arms. Panic started to creep in the more she thought about it. How embarrassing!!! How did this happen?! why did it have to be him? why did he come to my house? did I say anything embarrassing? was I snoring? was I drooling? Layla thoughts came faster and more ridiculous the more she tried to recall last night events. Darling... momma Amor called Layla when she notice her daughter spiraling in her thoughts. Just as Lena was about to ask her daughter the relationship she had with Northbrook the door bell rang. "expecting anyone?" Lena asked. "No momma, check frist" Layla said.

Her mother disappeared for what felt like an eternity, leaving Layla concerned when she didn't return. Finally, her mother return with Northbrook in tow. He was wearing a navy blue custom made suit, a black double button shirt and black & blue shoes that look like it was made from the same material. "How are your feeling?" Northbrook asked with sincerity in his voice. Staring at both them in disbelief, Lena excuse herself as Derrick stepped into her room. Cat got your tongue his gaze cold demanding an answer from her. Im better why are you here? she retorted to his slick comment. Is that any way to address the one who saved you miss diva in distress... he raised an eyebrow as if he was ready to discipline her. Layla shy away from his gaze. she said thank you... I really don't remember what happened last night, I was just getting filled in.

Derrick smirk at her last statement it sound nasty af and it was what he wanted to do to her. Composing himself he decided to answer her question. I came to talk about the plans that I asked for and to see why you cancel dinner. I was a little hurt. but, I realize now I was overreacting. Hearing him say that Layla stared deep in his eyes. Why would he be hurt? What was there to overreact about? these questions formed on her face without her saying a word. As Derrick noticed this he continued I was under the impression you was trying to dodge the dinner. I'm glad I was wrong. I'm glad I came here against my better judgement.

"You weren't wrong"... Layla said as she stared at him waiting for the reaction. "So you were dodging dinner?" he asked. "Yes I didn't feel comfortable coming to your Penthouse house at 8pm. I thought I made that clear when I said we should go to a restaurant.

Northbrook eye grow sharp with amusement. "I see... my apologies, I have proof that our offices are bugged and will not conduct business of importance in them. Until the situation is under my control I will refrain from any one-on-one meetings in private or in public with you. I trust you can keep this situation between us, due to its sensitivity". Layla was flush with embarrassment at this point. I'm I'm sorry I didn't I didn't mean... Layla stuttered and she tried to get the words out. To be fair, I was looking forward to getting to know you, I do find you to be a very intriguing. Nevertheless, do not report to work until after seven days I handled everything, get well... with that he left.