Layla has been officially casted! To the side is the picture of, drumroll please, Nina Dobrev!! She's gorgeous!!! :) Thanks to jessiiee32 for suggesting her! :)

Song on side Not In That Way by Sam Smith (an amazing singer!) Thought it fit Layla. (If your reading of ipad, ipod, phone, or maybe laptop the song may have another behind it that you can click and listen to. It fits this chapter well to. If not look up 'How Will I know' By Sam Smith as well. Great song!) 

Happy Reading :)

Please don't hate me to much by the end! 

For the next 2 hours I went all over the city. Thankfully Ashton wasn't that rude to make me take a cab. Clark, Ashton's driver, was parked on the curb and seemed to be waiting for me. I didn't know if Ashton told him I was coming or Judy but for some reason I thought Judy did it. 

"Hello Clark." I said once I reached him. 

"Hello Ms. Kingston." Clark nodded at me and opened the door. 

"Thank you." I slipped inside. A second later Clark slide into the drivers seat.

"Where to?" He asked. 

"Um I don't know the address but Mr. Millers dry cleaning place?" I said. I was going to refer Ashton as Mr. Miller now after the way he talked to me. 

"I know the place." He nodded and started driving in the right direction. While Clark drove to the dry cleaners I decided I should make Ashton's diner reservations. As I search the number for the restaurant I couldn't help but wonder why he needed a reservations and who he was going with. Even after he yelled at me and was completely rude I couldn't stop the small feeling of hope that bloomed in my chest thinking that maybe he would be taking me. 

I made the reservation under his name at 7, and by time I was done we were pulling up in front of the dry cleaners. Before Clark could open my door I got out and told him I would be just a minute. I walked into the place and was struck with awe. This wasn't a typical dry cleaner. All different kinds of suits hung on mannequins all over the store, and it looked to also be a place where you buy suits instead of taking to get them clean. From where I stood at the door I could see expensive named brands on the suits. 

"Hello how can I help you miss?" An older looking man asking coming up to me. 

"Oh hi. I am here to pick up Mr. Miller's suits." I told the man. 

"Right. This way." He turned and walked towards the back of the store. I followed behind him in awe at how many suits there were. The man went around the counter and went through a door I figured held all the suits. A minute later he stepped back out with a big black bag that was over the suits. From the hangers sticking out of the top I saw there was about 6 suits or so. "Here you go." He said and handed me it. I grabbed it and tried not to show how heavy it was. Who knew suits were heavy! 

"How much is it?" I asked.

"Its been taking care of. Let Mr. Miller we thank him." With that the man walked out from behind the counter and walked over. Okayy. 

I awkwardly carried the 6 suits in my arms and to the car. Thankfully Clark opened the door for me. I slide them in first along the seat and then scooted in after. As I shifted the bag around I told Clark to take me to Ashton's house. 2 things down, 3 more to go. I checked my phone for the time and saw it was a quarter to 11. I may just make it in time. 

As we drove towards Ashton's house I called Mr. Holland to confirm he would be there at noon. I got off the phone with his assistant just as we pulled up. I quickly got out and headed to the elevator to his floor. The annoying elevator music drifted around me as I road up silently to Ashton's floor. A minute later I came to a stop in front of his door and I realized I had no way to get inside. I quickly got out my phone and called Judy. It rang 3 times before she answered. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Judy its Layla. I am at Ashton's house and I can't get in. Is there a code or a key?" I asked. 

"On the right side of the wall is a key pad. Enter in the code 1990, than when you leave enter it again to lock the door." She said. 

"Thank you so much." 

"Your welcome honey." With that she hung up. 

I saw the keypad and entered in the code. How had I not noticed that before?! I wondered to myself. The keypad was high tech and asked if I wanted to unlock or lock the door. Hitting unlock I heard the door unlocking itself and the pad dinged to let me know it was open. I opened the door and trudged inside with the suits. I figured I should put them in his closet I walked up the stairs and into his room. Being back in the room reminded me of when I slept in the same bed as Ashton. I wasn't going to lie, that was the best I've ever slept in a while. Pushing that thought away I put the suits in a space in Ashton's closet. 

Not wanting to be here any longer than necessary I quickly shut the closet doors and went back downstairs remembering I was suppose to check if his maid cleaned up and stocked the fridge. My heels clicked on the tile floor as I walked to the kitchen. After seeing everything stocked up I looked in the living room and saw everything was how it should look. Deciding everything was done there I walked out the door, pressed the code in and made my way downstairs. It seemed I would make it back in time. 

The whole way back I was glad I got in early today and already had most of the stuff for the meeting done. All I needed to do was get all of the stuff from Mr. Holland's account. We pulled up in front the company building at 11:30. I shouted a quick 'thank you' to Clark before I was out of the car and running through the front doors. Neena sat at the front counter and I shot her a quick wave and small before impatiently hitting the up button and tapping my heel against the ground. 

I tried not to yell in frustration as the elevator took its time coming to a stop at the lobby. I have 30 minutes to get everything ready and taken to the conference room, hurry the hell up! Fortunately the doors opened with a ding a few minutes later. I pilled in along with about 20 other people. I was once again surrounded by the awkward elevator music. There is nothing worse than being packed inside an elevator with 20 or so other people and having to deal with the awkward silence. I had to stop myself from tapping my foot as we had to come to a stop at almost every floor. 

By time the doors opened to my floor I was fidgeting, anxious to hurry an show Ashton up. I knew who I had to go to so instead of heading to my office I walked in the opposite direction I hoped what Liam's office. Seeing his name on a door up ahead I quickened my pace. I quickly knocked on the wooden door and waited to hear Liam telling me to go in. A faint 'come in' reached my ears and I opened the door. 

"Liam?" I asked stepping into the room. His office was the complete opposite of Ashton's. Where Ashton had dark wood and couches, Liam had a tannish brown couch in the corner and a light brown desk. His walls were painted a pretty deep green color and he had a pretty view out the windows behind him; not as great as Ashton's but still great. 

"Layla! What are you going here? Not that I don't mind that you are." He said getting up out of his chair. 

"Hi. Sorry for just coming by but I need something from you." I said coming to a stop in front of his desk. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I noticed it wasn't as comfortable as Ashton's. Layla stop! I yelled at myself. 

"Sure what do you need?" He slipped back into his chair and turned to me. 

"I need everything from Mr. Holland's account. I know its so sudden but I need it like right now. I have a meeting with him in 20 minutes." 

"Wow cutting it short aren't you?" He teased to me but noticed the look on my face and quickly turned to his computer. "It's no problem getting it. Just let me type his name in and print it off." 

"Thank you Liam really." I said relieved he could do it and hoping it took only just a second. 

"No problem." We were quiet and the only sound that could be heard in the office was the sound of the computer keyboard and the mouse. Just a few minutes later he turned to me. "There you go. They are just printing. I don't have a printer so its down the hall." Before he even had the words out of his mouth I was up and out of my seat. 

"Thank you so much. I owe you!" I called over my shoulder as I left his office. I walked briskly to the copier room. By time I made it there most of the papers were printed off and I couldn't be more grateful. I made 2 other copies of them and stapled them together. I glanced at the clock on the wall and almost chocked. I had less than 3 minutes to get to the conference room before Ashton and Mr. Holland. If someone would have seen me right now they would have thought I had ran a marathon or something. My hands were shaking and my face felt flush as I opened the conference door and practically threw the papers on the table. I felt like I had drank 5 cups of coffee with how jittery I was feeling. I sat my bag I still had on my shoulder on a chair, and straighten out the papers. As soon as I smoothed out my skirt the door opened and in walked Ashton and who I assumed was Mr. Holland. 

I turned and plastered a smile on my face as they turned to me. I would have liked to see surprise or even admiration on Ashton's face when he saw I was there on time but there was no emotion's on his face. He face was blank and his blue eyes stared down at me as he walked to his chair at the head of the table. 

"And who is this?" Mr. Holland asked Ashton as he walked around the table to his seat. He looked to be in his late 50's and had some grey in his brown hair at the temples. Wrinkles circled his brown eyes and mouth. He looked like a man who has laughed a lot but at the same time can be serious when he needs to. I opened my mouth to answer but Ashton beat me to it. 

"No one of importance. So Henry I brought you here so you can see exactly what has been happening with your money and our company," Ashton said. I bit back the hurt at how he just brushed me off to the side and took a seat to the right of him and across from Mr. Holland. My mind started to wander as Ashton talked to Mr. Holland about his stuff. I was starting to feel the ache in my feet and my head was starting to hurt. I was hoping this meeting wouldn't be to long so I could go eat. 

"Ms. Kingston." The sound of my name being called jerked me out of my thoughts. I blinked clearing my eyes and saw both men staring at me. 

"Yes?" I asked hoping I wouldn't get in trouble for not paying attention. 

"Henry here wants to know what you think about his investments." Ashton said his jaw clenched. He stared at me angry almost like it was my fault Mr. Holland wanted my opinion.

"Your want my opinion sir?" I asked making sure they were asking the right thing. Mr. Holland nodded at me. I sat up straighter in my chair.

"Well sir in my opinion I wouldn't go anywhere else but here. No where else will you get a full review of all your investments and the truth of what your money is going to. You are trusting us to put your money to good use and to make you more money in return right? Yes you could go somewhere else and maybe get the same result but other companies weren't built the way this one is. It is family based and everyone here has the same goal; to make sure the money we are entrusted with goes to a good cause. The best part about Miller Industries is you can go online right now and search up about anything you want about us. You can see our numbers, data, what our money goes to. What other companies would do that? I am not going to try to hard to convince you that we are the right choice. It is your money and you have the full decision to what you want with it." I said. (Sorry I tried to sound smart and business like but didn't come out like that.) 

He sat there staring at me for a full minute before he opened his mouth. 

"I like this girl. Is she your PA?" Mr. Holland asked turning to Ashton. Ashton stared at me before looking at Mr. Holland and nodded. "It's nice seeing someone knowing what the business does in depth. Mr. Miller you don't have to worry about me leaving. I know I am in good hands. I better get going I have to go have lunch with my wife." He stood up and shook Ashton's hand. He nodded at me and left the room. I watched him leave and than turned to Ashton. He sat there stiffly clenching his jaw and I thought I saw his fists being clenched underneath the table. 

"Ashton you okay?" I asked softly. I felt like I needed to approach Ashton slowly, almost like he was a caged animal. 

"No I am not." He said his voice so hard it could cut rocks. I sat still in my chair staring at him. "I was going to wait until later to do this but I am not going to." I felt something drop in my stomach and I knew something bad was about to happen. Was I going to get fired?! I did everything he has asked of me. It's only been 2 days how much damage could I have done?! Questions flew into my mind as I waited for Ashton to talk. 

"We are done. Whatever we had is over and was never real. I do not want to keep going on and pretending anymore. I never liked you, I only went out with you out of pity and because I felt the need to after saving you from those guys in that alley. I mean look at you, who would like you? It's no wonder you are single. Your nothing worth bragging about. Someone like me doesn't belong to someone like you, your to low class for me and honestly not worth it."

Every word that came out of his mouth was like a stab to the stomach. I stared at him wide eyed not wanting to believe what he was saying. He looked at me with a cold, blank expression. His blue eyes holding nothing in them.

"I shouldn't have gone on as long as I did but who doesn't like a good chase now and again." He shrugged like it was nothing. "I will let you keep your job since it seems you need it by the look of your apartment. I still expect your work to be unaffected and done correctly. Now if you will excuse me I have someone I have to go have lunch with." With that last word he got up and walked out of the conference room leaving me sitting there stunned and eyes stinging. 

I didn't know what to say or even think. My eyes burned as unshed tears started to fill them. Not worth it. Never liked you. Low Class. Never real. I shook my head at myself feeling stupid for even thinking Ashton could at all like me. Stupid, pathetic girl. Of course it wasn't real, I should have known someone like him wouldn't go for someone like me.  A traitorous tear escaped my eye and trailed down my cheek. I wiped it away. I stood up on shaky legs and took a deep shuddering breath. I don't think I can stay the rest of the day especially like this. Trying to compose myself I grabbed my bag and left the room heading to Judy's desk. 

"Judy." I croaked out than coughed to clear my throat. She looked up at me and her face instantly morphed into concern. 

"Layla are you okay?"

" I uh no. Is it okay if I take the rest of the day off? Mr. Miller knows." I lied. "I know its a lot to ask but I don't feel well." 

"Of course dear. I will take care of everything. If you can't make it in tomorrow as well just let me know its okay." Judy said smiling sadly at me. I nodded in thanks, grateful she didn't press why I wasn't feeling good. With my head down I quickly walked to the elevator and out the front doors. I jumped in a random cab, barely remembering to tell the man my address. Once the cab starting driving I let my tears come. I stared out the window and saw my reflecting staring back at me. Tears escaped my grey eyes that were starting to turn back to their regular lifeless self. My bottom lip trembled as I tried not to sob out loud. As I stared at my face I felt anger towards myself bubbling up inside of me. Stupid  Layla! You aren't worth anything! Why would you think you were? I yelled at myself. 

No sooner than I thought the cab came to a stop at my building and I had the man some cash nothing bothering to say anything as I got out and slammed the door. I knew Kacey wouldn't be there as I made my way up the stairs. This morning she told me she had some fashion show thingy to go to. I opened my door and let me bag drop. As soon as my bag hit the floor heart-wrenching sobs burst free. It was those silent sobs that made your whole body ache and no sound to come out of your lungs. I collapsed in my bed and sobbed as I replayed over and over Ashton's words to me. 

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Ashton's POV 

I left the conference room fighting not to turn back and run to Layla and tell her everything I said was a lie. I knew I hurt her, maybe to much, but it was for her own good. She would be thanking me one day that I ended it before it even began. She had to know that I didn't have a heart and what I was capable of. Hurting woman is what I do and Layla needs to realize that.

Walking past Judy and her questioning eyes I left the building and slide into my car. Clark pulled away from the curb and drove me to where I was meeting Natasha for lunch. I took a deep breath and stared at the window trying my hardest not to feel bad for breaking Layla's heart. 

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WHOOOOAAAA! Here's some tissues if you need them!

Sorry for the beginning being boring and just ending it the way I did. The eventable had to happen and I can't help but feel bad for Layla! You finally see what Ashton is capable of...but wait it gets worse!

I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think :) I love reading everyone's comments. And thank you guys for making this story number 400 and something in romance! I know it isn't much but still i'm ranked! *does happy dance*

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