LaylaAlmost every year since my sister turned 21, she has made a trip to Las Vegas for her birthday. Last year she and her friends stayed at the JW Marriot Resort. It’s a beautiful luxurious but pricy hotel. But, she was upset that I had not come for her birthday. We had a lot of sick patients, and we were understaffed because some of our members had also fallen ill. I felt horrible. But this year, I’m bound to make sure she has a good time. From what she tells me, we will stay at the Nobu Hotel at the Caesar Palace. It’s a beautiful hotel, very luxurious and it has one of the best views of the whole city. We got up early this morning, though most of them were pretty hung over. God, I’m so glad I didn’t drink last night because they look like hell.I made my small luggage quickly and made my way down. Everyone was pretty much already here, including some of my sister’s friends who were going with us. I knew the guys and the girl. They were all models that worked for dad and Danie

LaylaI woke up feeling completely drained. My head was spinning, and I was extremely thirsty. The light from the sun only made my headache worsen as I lay naked on the bed. I know... I know. I said I would never let anything happen between Daniel and me, I know. But God, can that man move in bed. And I just knew I would regret what I was going to say to him. I let the circumstances get the best of me, giving in to temptation. But honestly... For the first time, I didn't feel any regret for my actions. Last night just... Felt right.I turn as I feel him stir. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Good morning, beautiful," he says in a groggy voice, eyes still closed, beard still clean cut, and hair a mess, but still sexy.I can't help but smile as I snuggle closer and slide my hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall from his steady breathing. "Good morning." "Layla, about last night. I know we were both drunk. But I want you to know I don't regret anyth

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE 18 AND OLDER, PLEASE REFRAIN YOURSELF FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, SHARE, AND COMMENT.🥰💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨LaylaIt was our last night, and we were ready to go all out. We started our evening by eating lunch at a fancy restaurant. The girls dressed in formal dresses, and the boys all wore tuxedos. After dinner, we went to see the blue men group show. It was epic and so hilarious. Danny and I held hands the whole time. He hugged me, kissed me, and he was being so affectionate. It was as if we were an actual couple. I hate to admit it, but I loved every moment of it. But- I knew it was soon coming to an end. We were going back home tomorrow, and we would go our separate ways. I had his full attention and affection during this trip, but nothing guaranteed me that it would be the same back home, where every girl had most likely already been with him. A

LaylaI dragged myself out of the hotel, and everyone seemed enthusiastic about returning home. I was excited to start working with dad. It's been so long since I've visited the company, and I was really looking forward to it. The only thing that worried me was his thoughts on this situation. I let him down; this is not how I had pictured ever being married. I wanted the big wedding, with the long white gown, the fancy napkins, the big beautiful arrangements, bridesmaids, everything. Not be married by Elvis in the little chapel of Vegas while being highly intoxicated.I sat shotgun, it was Daniel's turn to drive, and I guess the proper thing to do was sit next to him. I tried falling asleep, snuggling on my seat, but I just couldn't. I was unease. I began feeling horrible for telling him I didn't want this marriage. There was a look in his eyes that told me my words had hurt him. Yet, he continued to caress me, squeezed my hand from time to time, and held my hand, kissing my knuckle

"Jenny, Layla, and I will be in Felix's office. If you need anything, make sure you reach me through Beth," he says, smiling at her. "Yes, sure. I'll do that," she says, smiling at both of us. "And welcome back, Miss Layla," she says, making me smile. "Thanks, Jenny. It's good to be back; I love your top the way." I say as I see her green cross-top shirt. She smiles, blushing and looking at her shirt. "Thank you, Layla. I mean, Mrs. Halloway," she says, making me blush. We walk across the floor to the other side and turn toward dad's new office. Since Danny is the new CEO, dad and he traded offices. Dad is now in the middle of all the mayhem, where all the other executives are, and Danny's is more secluded, with only two studios next and across from him that is used for photo shoots."Good morning, Beth." he greets dads secretary, making her smile. "Good morning, sir. Oh, Miss Layla. Good morning." she says as she gets up and hugs me, making me smile. "Good morning, Beth. How are S