When Damon dropped me off home last night I locked myself in my room, and it seemed he returned to the gala alone. When he returned he brought back some company because there were sounds of a woman giggling and muffled kisses in the hallway all the way into Damon's room....another Scarlet.

I made my way to the kitchen to make myself some cereal and Mary was giving me the pity-full eyes, but I covered my hurt off with a smile to reassure her that I was okay

"Are you okay?", she asked worriedly as I nodded a little

"Yeah, I got everything I need right here", I referred to the cereal I was eating, and her features softened as she rubbed my shoulders from behind.

"It's all going to be okay, this too shall pass", I nodded again at her words before dropping my eyes to the bowl in front of me

Minutes later, Damon walked into the kitchen and I looked up, thinking it was Quinton but then my face dropped in disappointment when I saw it was him instead. We locked eyes for a few seconds, but then I looked away from him and continued to separate the cereal from the milk in the bowl, that was way too interesting than him right now.

I could hear his movements around the kitchen. He turned to leave but stopped mid-action before walking back to stand next to me.

"Layla...", he trailed off, but I ignored him, not bothering to look up

"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have lashed at you like that-", I interrupted him when I stood up, taking my bowl with and walked out of the kitchen, but he followed after me.

"Layla, please listen to me", he grabbed me by the arm and turned me so that I can look at him, his piercing grey eyes looking softly into mine.

"Listen to me, please", he begged.

"I don't want to, let go of me", I said whilst loosening his grip around my arm and turned to leave

"His name is Daniel Woods", he said just when I was about to ascend up the stairs, making me stop in my tracks and turn to look at him

"We were roommates in collage, but then we had this huge fallout in our last year and that made us not to see eye to eye since then. Daniel is a ruthless drug lord, and he uses his logistics company as a front to launder his money".

"What was your fall out about?", I found myself asking cause this conversation sparked some interest in me

"I'd rather not get into that now", he lightly shrugged his shoulders. "I would really appreciate it if you stayed as far away as possible from him. He's bad news".

"And I would really appreciate it if you no longer bought the women you sleep with here at the house. I know I mean nothing to you but the least you could do is respect me", I saw him lowering his eyes from my gaze before slowly nodded his head.

"Yeah sure"

"Cool", I was about to walk to my room, but then I heard him clear his throat uncomfortably. "Is there anything else?"

"No", he scratched the back of his neck. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night"

I didn't say anything, just left him there

Last night I went back to keep up appearances at the gala. I couldn't let the people know that there was already trouble in paradise; the media would have a field day. Afterwards, I went to a bar and ended up drinking​, telling myself that I'll have only one glass, which turned into two, into three until I actually lost count.

This girl approached me. I just can't remember her name. I was too drunk to keep that kind of information in mind. All I knew is that I had to get her in my bed. I somehow found sex as a distraction and whatever her name was seemed eager to be on my hit list.

She wasn't really my type, but it was just ordinary, normal sex to me, so she had to do. Layla was on my mind the whole night and I realized Quinton was right, I am a jerk.

It's had been just six months since our wedding, but I was already catching feelings for her and weirdly enough I thought it would maybe take me years before I could eventually fall for her.

Whatever rock that was displaced in my rib cage in the form of a heart was slowly betraying me.

I walked back into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Last night was one of the longest nights of my life, and it was the first time in ages I actually rejected a woman. I couldn't bring myself to sleep with her after everything that has happened. Things were different now, they always have been really...I just wouldn't bring myself to admit it

"Are you okay?", the girl asked worriedly as she noticed me withdrawing from the kiss we were sharing when I pushed her against one of the guest bedrooms door as soon as we were inside. Layla's face just flashed in front of my eyes and I instantly sobered up.

"What's wrong?"

I pulled away from her and ran my hands through my hair and face. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this"

After Wesley drove whatever-her-name-was home, I was pacing to-and-fro at Layla's bedroom door, debating with myself whether to knock or not. I wanted to apologize to her, but I didn't know where to start. I was probably the last person she wanted to see....but I was willing to try.

"So what do you want to do today?",

"I don't know","Surprise me",

"I was hoping you would say that",

what's wrong with this woman?

"Morning Sir, can I get you anything?",

"Hey Mary?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Do you think I'm a bad person?",

"Please be honest with me Mary, I promise I won't be mad",

"You're not a bad person sir. It's just that you're short-tempered most of the time, and you end up taking out your frustrations out on the wrong people"

"What do you think about Layla?","Do you think she could actually change me?"

"Yes, actually I do think so. If only you could just open up your heart up for her. Love will do the rest. If the two of you are destined to be together, nothing will ever get in the way".

"That's the problem right there"

"What do you mean?"

"I just didn't think I have a heart to open up for her"

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