Kiran's P.O.V.

I woke up with a major headache from all the drinking I had done last night. Since Amelia had walked away pissed off, I had slept or rather passed out in the guest bedroom of our condo. Dragging my body off the bed I make my way to the bathroom to take a piss and to take a shower. My goal was to wake the f**k up and go see Layla.

Taking a long hot shower I snapped out of my stupor, shaved and got dressed for the day. Amelia wasn't home that much I knew since I found a note on the refrigerator door saying she was having breakfast with her parents and that she would make an excuse for me. Not like I need one but she wouldn't dare tell her parents that her fiancee was hungover because his best friend had gone out on a date the night before. What would they think anyways?

To be honest, I don't really even know why I was pissed that Layla was out on a date. She's been on plenty and so have I and I doubt very much she would spend her night getting drunk because I was on one.

I guess I was always around when she was dating someone and I was able to see who they were. I was always protective of her and that will never ever stop. I care too much about her to not worry about who she's with. Especially like a suave man like Antonio Diaz.

There is something about him that I don't like or trust. When I had surprised her yesterday and she left me downstairs while she got ready I had decided to stay and keep my eye on him. Hell would freeze over before I left her alone with some stranger while she got dressed upstairs. He could have taken advantage of her and then I would have had to kill him. She would be pissed if I were in prison since she doesn't think she is worth getting in trouble for. God if she only knew what an amazing human being she is.

Driving to her house I continued to think about Layla and this Antonio guy. From what Amelia mentioned they were having a great time...and it set me off to hear her say they were going to have sex last night. She had no idea how Layla was. She wasn't a one night stand type of girl. Layla has only been with three guys that I know off. She waited until she was in a committed relationship before she gave her body away. Well, except for her first time...

Reaching her driveway I grunt in frustration. What if she was still pissed at me? What if he was there? What if they were having sex right now?

Braking, I put the car in park then shut off the ignition. Opening my door I close it and jog up to her front door ringing the doorbell a few times.

Waiting a minute or so I decided to knock hard and waited. Getting frustrated I rang the bell a few more times then knocked again... no response. I started to get impatient and continued to ring the door bell and knock hoping that she will open the door. 

Running my hand over my tired face I grunt and right when I was going to knock again I see the door fling open with a very pissed off Layla screaming. "Who ever the hell you are better have nine lives because I am going to take a few of them."

Taken back by her and with my hand still lifted up she looked at me then slammed the door in my face. Oh yeah, she was pissed off. Shaking my head I open the door and call her name. "Layla!" slamming the door shut behind me.

"What the hell do you want Kiran?" she stopped then turned around glaring at me. I went to speak but my eyes widened at the sight of her. My eyes stared at her then looked at her from head to toe. She was wearing her robe but hadn't tied it. God she looked so f'ing sexy just in her bra and underwear. The same ones I saw her wearing yesterday.

I was still unashamedly staring at her body until I see her closing the robe. "What? It's not like you haven't seen me in bras and underwear before. Now, why do you feel like coming here to wake me up from the most amazing sleep I have had in a long time?"

Shaking my head I glanced up at her face. "What took you so long to answer the door?" I ask trying to focus on why I was there and not on her amazing body.

"Didn't I just say that I was sleeping?" she tells me in a duh voice which she knows annoys me.

"Layla. I'm asking you a simple question which I would like for you to ans-" I begin to say but cut myself off when something trips me as I had taken a few steps towards her. Looking down I notice it was her heels.

Furrowing my eyebrows I kneel down and pick them up. Standing up I start to glance around the room. I don' know why but I will know once I see it. Taking a few steps in front of me I bend down and picked up her dress surprised then a course of anger took over me. Was Amelia right? Did Layla and that bastard have sex? Why were her clothes on the floor? Looking up something caught my eye on the side of Layla. Glaring at it I had my answer...

"Kiran?" I hear her say lowly taking a step closer to me but I shook my head clenching my jaw and fists while still holding her heels and dress in my hands.

"WHERE THE F**K IS HE? I'M GOING TO F'ING KILL HIM." I bellowed then darted past her making my way up the stairs to head to her room as Layla was calling my name. But I wasn't going to stop... not until I had my hands around Antonio's f'ing neck.

Reaching the top of the stairs I turned the corner towards her room. Layla was right on my heels yelling my name. "Kiran! What are you doing?" 

Not answering I go in her room and stop. Glancing over to her bed I see it empty. Where the f**k is he? My eyes dart to the bathroom door stalking towards it. "Kiran! Who are you looking for?" I hear Layla ask from the doorway.

"Where is he Layla?" I shout from inside the bathroom then come out. Walking to her walk in closet I look inside and don't see him.

"Who is he Kiran?" she says crossing her arms once I come back outside.

Walking in front of her I cock my brow. "Don't act stupid Layla. Where.Is.Antonio?" gritting through my teeth. I know she knew who I was talking about.

Furrowing her eyebrows she then smirked. "Oh. Antonio?" then passed me making her way to her bed. Once in front of the mattress she threw herself back and says. "Why do you want to know?"

Stalking over, I get on top of her in a straddling position then grab her hands bringing them over her head. "Stop playing with me Layla. Where the f**k is that bastard?" I grit.

Layla glares at me for a few seconds. "Stop calling him names Kiran. You don't hear me calling your fiance names do you? And by the way...where the hell is she? Shouldn't you be with her planning your wedding?"

Looking down at her I sighed. "Where is he Layla?"

Staring at me she cocked her brow. "What makes you think...?" she began to say but cut herself off. "... he went to get us breakfast. You know since we had such a long and tiring night." 

Taken back by her admission I glared at her. She really did have sex with this f'er after just meeting him yesterday? "Tell me you didn't." I tell her lowly.

"Tell you what Kiran? That Antonio and I had an amazing time..."

"YOU DIDN'T! I KNOW YOU DIDN'T F**K HIM SO STOP INSINUATING THAT YOU DID!" I shouted letting go of her hands and standing up. I was pissed. 

Layla sat up. "It is none of your damn business if I did or didn't Dr. Evans. If I decided to screw one of the sexiest man that I have met in a while, then it's my prerogative. You don't see me ranting on you because you have someone to sleep with every single night... so stay the hell out of my business." she snapped at me.

Glaring at each other I took a step towards her but she brought her hand up to stop me. "Stop Kiran... just stop."

"Short stuff-." I began to say but she stopped me again.

"Stop it Kiran. Why are you flipping out like this? You have a freaking fiance which I just found out about after you've being with her for years. I'm pretty sure you and her are having sex when ever you want... so I have every right to have sex with Antonio."

"No Layla, not after you just met him yesterday. You aren't like that." 

"Like what?" 

Taking a deep breath I took a step closer to her. This time she didn't stop me. "A slut Layla. You aren't one of those females that just gives herself to a guy she just met. Let's not forget that he could be your future boss."

Tilting her head to the side she scrunched her nose. "So, what you are telling me is that because I had sex with Antonio... I'm a slut?" 

Oh crap. "Layla..." 

"No Kiran! Answer the question. Do you think I'm a slut because I had sex with Antonio?" her tone was becoming high and I knew she was pissed.

I decided to stay quiet knowing that her temper would be unleashed soon.

Glaring at me she nodded her head. "I see..." then looked away from me. 

"Short stuff..." taking a step forward but she brought her hand up to stop me again.

"Leave Kiran."

"No Layla. I came to-"

"To what Kiran? To beat up Antonio because I had a date with him or to insult me because you think I had sex with him?" she snapped now looking at me while she stood up. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE KIRAN? Shouldn't you be with your soon to be wife talking about cakes or something? Or planning your honeymoon? Why are you here?" she yelled.

"I... I-" I stumbled with my words since I honestly had no idea the real reason why I was here. All I knew was that the thought of Layla having sex with Antonio made me crazy, but I couldn't tell her that.

"I wanted to see and spend time with you Layla. That is why I'm here, to see my best friend but it seems like you are too busy for me." trying to soften her up.

Squinting her eyes she walked past me and stood by the door way. "Well, since I've been busy being a slut as you say, leave."

Narrowing my eyes at her I shook my head no. "Not until we talk." crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Well, I don't want to talk... so leave, now." mimicking my actions.

"Is Antonio going to get mad if he finds me here in your room while you are half way naked?"

"What? Oh my God Kiran, just go. I am tired and once again my sex life isn't any of your concern." Layla huffed in frustration.

"I know that."

"No, you obviously don't because if you did you wouldn't have gone ape sh*t looking for Antonio to "kill" him. So again, leave. I don't want to talk to you right now." pointing out of her room.

We stared at one another for a while until I saw she wasn't going to relent. "Fine, I'll go but I will be back so we can finally talk. I really missed you short stuff...you don't know how much." now in front of her I caress her cheek softly but she just moved her cheek away.

"Yeah, well you have a great way of showing it." retorting back without glancing at me.

Sighing I made my way out of the room but turned around to look at her. "I didn't say you are a slut Layla."

At my words she turned to look at me. "Even if you didn't, it was implied..." then began to close her bedroom door but stopped. "... and for your fyi Kiran, Antonio and I didn't do anything except have dinner." then closed the door.

Stunned at her admission a wide grin spread through my face. I knew my Layla wouldn't have sex with some guy she had just met. She had better morals than that.

A/N: 09/08/16

Hey guys,  how are you? I know it's been a while but I have been busy since I got back from my Grandmother's Burial last month. Kids started school and my son has been sick for the past few days so yeah...

Anyways, Kiran had a tantrum thinking that Layla and Antonio had sex. He obviously had no right to get mad but do you think Layla should have implied that she did? Should sh have told him the truth at the end or keep it up to keep Kiran pissed?

I will try to update again when I have a chance though this chapter took me five days to write since I was so distracted with other things...

Check out my semi new story called "Alpha Wilder's First Love...or Mate?"

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