Chapter-5-"Let's smash the windows of his car!"

Benedict Henderson's POV

As soon as the door opens, my arms instantly go around Layla instinctively and protectively. My eyes narrow on the person that disturbed the perfect moment I was enjoying having her close to me.

It's Miranda! Of course, it's Miranda!!

Her mouth is wide open in shock and her eyes are filled with happiness.

"Oh. My. God!!" She nearly yells coming in and comes closer to us. Her eyes are only on my Little Star. I roll my eyes. Oh and she is a fan of Layla Alberto! That's the reason we became friends in the first place. Her admiration for Layla is what put her in my sight. "I can't believe it! You are finally here!!"

So, I might have told a very about my plan to Miranda! Just the part where Layla will be working with me and during this time, I will try to woo her. That's all she knows. But now she is going to blow it.

"Finally?" Layla asks with confusion. Trust Miranda to keep a secret. Note the sarcasm. Miranda looks at me with a sorry face. I glare at her.

"Layla, meet Miranda. She is a fan of yours." I introduce her.

"What? Really?! It's nice to meet you." Layla extends her hand and Miranda looks shocked. She takes her hand and shakes it with both hands. Even back then people always used to come up to her and introduce themselves for all the charity and community work she used to do. That's her generous heart. I just stare at her. The fan beside my desk causes her hair to fall on my face.

Fuck! That scent... It's still the same! I close my eyes.

"It's so nice to meet you. You don't know how thankful I am for everything you have done for the education of underprivileged! My sister was able to complete her school and her graduation because of your Foundation and the schemes you brought out. Thank you so much for helping!" Miranda goes on a rant. I think she might cry any second now if I don't step in.

"You are welcome. Let me know if you need help with anything more." Layla assures her. I am brought out of my trance as I open my eyes at her words.

Look at my Amazing Girl!! She has a drug case on her, her dear father is not talking to her, all her credit cards are seized, she is not living at her mansion, she is here... working for the man she probably hates... her ex... Me and yet... She is telling Miranda to reach if she needs help. She is a wonder to me. How can she be so selfless?

"We should go out for drinks sometime if you don't mind!" Miranda offers excitedly. Layla opens and closes her mouth.

"Miranda, don't-" I try to stop, but only to be cut off.

"Of course! If you know any clubs that play good music, let me know." My girl's smile is perfectly in place. Oh not the actual one. The EVIL one! What are you upto, my Little Star?! Then I remember, Miranda is my girlfriend to the whole world. Is she jealous? The corner of my lips, tip up.

"I know a perfect place for that. I will contact you soon!" Miranda speaks.

"Sure. I will be at my desk." She is about to walk out.

"Who is going to fix this shirt my Little Star?" I ask and she turns around with wide eyes that I actually used that endearment in front of my girlfriend. Miranda's gaze falls on me and my unbuttoned shirt. Her eyes meet mine again with apology. No, you came at the wrong time!

"Oh since you girlfriend is here, maybe she can help you fix you stupid shirt! Also she can sip you stupid coffees for you!" She barks. Her is nose all scrunched and her eyes are spitting fire. I hold in my chuckle.

"Sip his coffees? When the fuck have you made a habit of that?" Miranda asks me and Layla looks at me before shaking her head and walking out. My eyes are glued to her tight little ass as she sashays out. At least now she believes that only she sips my coffee. Miranda snaps her fingers near my face and I look at her with annoyance. "Wow! I know that you like her, but that look..." She sits down. "Obsession."

Huh! Obsession? Is there a word for what you feel beyond that?

"But thank you! You know how much I adore her! Oh my God! She is willing to go out to club with me!" Her grin never fades and nearly jumps in her seat excited.

"About that. Don't! Don't take my girl clubbing anywhere." I warn. I don't want Layla anywhere I can't keep any eye on her.

"Such a bore! So how is finally having her working for you? I seem to have come at a wrong time." She stares at my chest as I remove the shirt and thrown it on the couch before I pull out a new shirt from one of the cabinets and put it on.

"Eyes up here." I tease her and she scoffs.

"Like I would be attracted to you. Dream on. Also what's with that grin when she called you stupid?" She asks. I can't help the smile again.

"She called my shirt stupid and my coffee." I correct her.

"Right. It's almost like you feel sad she didn't call you that." She narrows her eyes at me. I shrug as I take a sip of the coffee that Layla brought in. Memories flood my mind.

Her fingers brush my hair and I close my eyes. Her scent surrounds me. Her other hand is holding mine as her fingers trace my bruised knuckles.

"Stupid." My Little Star mutters with pain in her voice causing me to smile as I open my eyes. She only calls me that when she feels immense love towards me. "You could have gotten hurt!" Her beautiful eyes come into my vision that are filled with tears.

"Why are you crying?" Is she still upset about what happened earlier? Those bastards tried to bully her! To touch her! Fuck! If I hadn't gone there on time... She snuck out without anyone's knowledge and came to the party. If anything happened to her... I can't even imagine that.

"You are hurt." Her eyes are on my knuckles. A tear roll downs her face.

"Look at me." Her eyes meet mine immediately at my command. Fuck! Those tears! If they were for any other reason, I would have tried to eliminate it, but they are for me! For a worthless bastard!! Someone not worthy of her. "I am a sick son of a bitch!" I mutter and her eyebrows come together is confusion. I chuckle and wipe those tears from her cheeks.

"No, you are stupid!" She argues.

"Well, fuck me!"

My lips meet hers for the second time in my life and it much more beautiful than what I had imagined.

"I think I should leave now. You are in your dream world. Let me know when you need me to come in again. I have a shoot this week. So don't schedule any fake dates this week. Maybe next week?" She asks. I nod my head. She gets up and gives me a hug.

"I will message you."

"You better or I will take your girl on a date." She winks. My body stiffens. She notices my eyes harden. "Down boy! You know I was just joking right?" I grip the coffee mug tightly. My jaw clenches. The fact that anyone can take her out on a date just sets fire to my mind. "Okay. No one is taking your precious girl out on a date. So chill! Boy, I can't even imagine what you would do if someone asks her out."

Oh! You don't want to know, Miranda!

"Okay. Byeee!" She walks out of the office.

Hmm! Who would dare ask my Little Star out?

Layla Alberto's POV

"Ah! Again! Who does he think he is?! The king of our country?!" I yell into the phone as I speak to Jenna.

"I swear girl! I have my baseball bat! Tell me the word and I will be there at your office. It's been a while since I used it." I hear a shuffling sounds in the background and know that she is scouring her apartment for the bat. "Found it!"

"You know what! Let's smash the windows of his car!" I can't believe how frustrated I am. "Bring this! Do that! What I say goes! What am I? His maid?! Like fuck no! You don't get to order me around!"

"You tell him Bitch!"

"In the morning, after Miranda left, he made me button his new shirt! He could do that himself! Fuck he smelled so good!"

"Wait-What?!" Jenna is confused and I am biting my lip as I think of his familiar scent. "Stay with me girl! He is your Ex!"

"Yes! One fucking frustrating, asshole and handsome ex!" I hear Jenna sigh at my words.

"Girl, I am coming over tonight. You need me." I know she is shaking her head at me right now.

"I do." My phone rings. "One second Mike is calling on the other line." I tell her.

"He is calling again! Babe, he is only friends with you for your money! You don't have any now! Be careful and don't fall in his trap!" She warns.

"But it's always for good reasons." He only ever asked me money for elders or kids who need surgeries and are in need of financial help.

"You can't trust him, Lyls. All the reports he shows you are fake!"

"Jen, what if they are true." I can't eliminate that possibility.

"Okay. But right now you can't afford the luxury of possibility. Be careful." I know she worries about me.

"Okay." I end the call with her and pick up Mike's.

"Hi Mike!"

"Hi Layla! How are you?"

"You know. The usual." No one outside family knows why I am working at the Henderson Group.

"I saw the news and I am so sorry about everything. The media put it out so wrong."

"It's okay. I don't want to talk about it." It was all because of my carelessness.

"I am sorry. So... There is a friend of mine that needs a little help."

"Yes. Of course." I urge him to continue.

"His 3 year old daughter has a heart condition and they said it costs more than two hundred thousand dollars." Oh no! That poor kid! 3 years old? Why?!! "They have already collected a hundred thousand. We are still collecting funds. I am sorry to ask you when so much is going on, but we are trying to reach out to anyone who can help." He sounds apologetic. He is so genuine. Why doesn't Jenna trust him?

"You don't have to apologise Mike. I will transfer you the hundred thousand dollars by tomorrow. Okay? I assure him.

"Thank you so much, Layla. You are an Angel seriously!"

"You are welcome. I have to go. I will call you later." I end the call and look at my phone. Jenna is going to kill me. I have given exactly hundred thousand dollars to Jenna, just to hold it for me in case of emergencies. Once I go home I can transfer that amount to Mike.

I shake my head and reach back to my desk. Ellie is standing there behind a huge red roses bouquet and Ben is standing in front of it reading the card. I reach up to them and they both look at me. Ellie has a grin on her face as she looks at me excitedly. Ben looks up at me and I feel like he might murder someone right now.

"Nice bouquet. Did Miranda send it?" I ask as I go to my place near the desk. Ellie suddenly look mortified at Ben's face. She looks like she might shit her pants right now.

"I will come back in a minute." She excuses herself and leaves. I do not blame her. But I wish she stayed back to fight this Demon in front of me. As soon as she leaves, he takes gives me the card. I frown as I take it from him before reading.

You were a vision in the Red dress on our First Date. I hope you give me one more chance to let me prove I am worthy of you, Beautiful.

Love,

Ronny.

Aww! Ronny was the sweetest, most lovely and gentleman. I look up as a smile takes it's place on my lips. The Demon in front of me immediately stops it though. He takes the bouquet and throws it on the floor.

What the Hell?!

A/N:

Hey my cute dumplings!

Ah! The monster is coming out! But how sweet were they when young?!

Her is her Stupid! She is his Star! Now he is just her Demon and she is his Brat! So much is yet to happen!

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