OneNight Stand With The Billionaire

Layla woke up feeling sore. Her eyes flew open and she was shocked as to how long she had slept.

She stood up with wobbly feet and also with great difficulty. She was still muddled and couldn't remember anything that happened last night.

She only remembers having a few drinks with her boyfriend as he called her to have fun to liven up her damp mood.

She wore her clothes quickly and rushed out of the room. She didn't even notice the patch of red on the bed.

As she rushed out, she was greeted with strange glances but she didn't think much of it.

On getting home, she was shocked by what she met. Her sister and boyfriend were all loving to each other

"Why?" She asked feeling heartbroken.

"I never loved you. I only love Ella and besides I can't be with someone who goes around sleeping with men. Seriously I thought you were different but after Ella showed me who you really are, I was disappointed." Michael said acting all disappointed.

"Why are you saying such? You know I have always kept myself clean for you. Then why do this to me?" Layla asked quietly.

"Because you are a scheming slut. Take a look at your shoulders and neck. There are love bites scattered on your neck." Michael said shaking his head at the same time.

"That's not true!" Layla vehemently denied.

"Really? Take a look at your neck." Michael said harshly pushing the mirror into her hands. Looking at her neck, Layla was shocked.

"Have anything else to say?" Michael mocked.

"You have seriously disappointed me. We are nothing anymore." Michael said. Layla burst out crying immediately. She couldn't believe she had lost her innocence just like that and had been falsely accused by Michael.

"I suggest you go spend some time with your mother before she dies." Ella sneered enjoying her pathetic look.

Layla became angry and rushed to attack but was stopped by Michael who gave her a fierce kick on her belly sending her to the ground.

Looking at the both of them who didn't pay attention to her, she ran to her room feeling heartbroken.

On getting to her room, she decided to freshen up before she visited her mom.

She was shocked to find blood on her thighs. She knew that her period passed just a few days ago, so why the blood?

She then realized why she found various love bites on her neck. She had lost her innocence and the worst part, she has no idea who defiled her.

She wanted to end her life but thinking of her suck mother, she decided to face what was in store for her. She got a call from the hospital which informed her about the critical condition.

Layla became more heartbroken and she rushed out of the house and ran to the hospital.

"Miss Layla, your mother is dying. She needs to undergo her surgery right away or it would be too late." The attending doctor informed her.

"But I thought she was still safe. Why does she need surgery urgently?" Layla questioned.

"The patient had been stimulated which caused an increase in her blood pressure. It seemed someone showed her or told her something that made her flare up. She is lucky someone saw her in time or she would have been no more." The attending doctor responded by feeling pity for her.

"How come?". Layla asked confusedly. She didn't have time to ponder over the doctor's words as she immediately ran to her mother's ward.

She cried helplessly as she watched her mother connected to various medical equipment.

"Mom, I've failed you. I couldn't even raise money for your surgery." Layla cried.

"Miss Layla?" She heard someone calling her and she turned to the source of the voice.

She wiped her tears as she asked with caution.

"Who are you?"

"Kingsley Steinfeld." He responded.

"What do you want from me?" She asked.

"Our boss would like to speak with you." He said.

"Your boss? Who's your boss?" She asked and Kingsley smiled.

"You would get to know him when you meet him." He thought she looked cute seeing how she looked at him with caution.

"Alright!" She said and they both walked to a very expensive car.

"Our boss is in there." He said opening the door for her to enter. She hesitated for a split second before she got in.

"Hello." She greeted the man who was seated with a noble gait. In his presence, she felt inferior.

"I was the man from yesterday." He said after some time. He turned to her and she was in awe of his appearance.

"What do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about." She said truthfully.

"Don't you remember me?" The man asked dissatisfied that she behaved cluelessly.

"No, I'm sure I don't know you. Is there something I am missing?" Layla questioned back.

"I was the one who took your innocence." The man shouted. Layla took a long time before she reacted.

"You bastard, how dare you? You just ruined my life." Layla cried.

"I'm sorry. I know apologizing wouldn't bring back your dignity but I'm willing to take responsibility for you." He said smiling which showed off his dimples.

For the first time, she felt that it wasn't that bad that she lost her innocence to such a handsome man.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" The man asked looking at the girl whose IQ had reached rock bottom.

"No, I don't know you. This is the first time I'm meeting you aside from the fact that my innocence was taken by you yesterday." She muttered.

The man raised an eyebrow to her statement and continually looking at her, he felt that she was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Miles Brooks." He said with pride.

Layla's eyes widened upon hearing what he said. She felt a bang in her head. She slept with the most eligible bachelor in the whole country.

"I see you know who I am, isn't that right?" Mike asked in a teasing tone.

"Yes...... no, I mean of course. Who doesn't know who you are? The famous business tycoon, Miles Brooks." Layla said with a forced smile. She didn't know whether she had to cry or she should laugh in such a situation.

"I'm willing to take responsibility for what happened last night. I have instructed my assistant to settle your mom's surgery fees so they should have begun her operation now." Miles said taking a look at his wristwatch.

Layla turned to him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that he had already paid her mom's fees. Her mom would be getting better soon.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Brooks. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for your help." Layla said already tearing up.

"You don't have to pay me back. Like I said, I want to take responsibility for you and by doing that, I have to take care of your mom." Miles responded. He sat upright and Layla couldn't help but gulp. He had a powerful aura.

"How do you want to take responsibility for me?" Layla asked curiously.

"By marrying you!" He said.

"Are you crazy or what?" Layla blurted.

I'm sorry,I was just too shocked that you made such a ridiculous statement." Layla said patting her chest. His gaze was too scary.

"Don't think too much. I just want my grandfather to stop arranging blind dates for me." He said while caressing his wrist.

His eyes look deep and Layla wasn't able to read emotions from his face. He was really good at hiding his emotions.

"Fine. But I want to carry out revenge on my ex boyfriend and stepsister. I want them to suffer a fate much worse than mine." Layla said while clenching her fists.

Mike's turned to look at her and was satisfied with her attitude. Even without her saying that,he would have done it,though secretly.

He didn't want her to see him as a bad person after all she would be his wife.

Of course. Then it's a deal. After your mom's surgery,you would sign the contract. Is that fine by you?" Miles asked obviously concerned about her opinion.

"Sure. Can I go see my mom now?" Layla asked. She was really worried and at the same time excited. Worried that something would go wrong. Excited that her mom would be fine. She had conflicting emotions.

After getting out of the car, the car zoomed off

She rushed to her mom's ward and the operation was still ongoing. She prayed so hard and almost fainted due to exhaustion.

After what seemed like an eternity,the doors to the operation room was opened and her mom was taken to an hospital suite.

Layla felt confused and she stopped one of the doctors trying to clear her confusion.

"Why are you guys taking my mom to a suite? I can't afford for that type of room." Layla said.

"Don't worry. Mr. Brooks asked us to put your mom on utmost priority. The suite would be best for her recovery." The doctor said with a smile before he walked out.

Layla felt touched knowing that he cared about the recovery of her mom. But still she felt it was a waste of money. She made a mental note to ask him to shift her back to a normal ward. The day passed by with Layla watching over her mom. She slept off without knowing.

The next day.

Layla woke up and dressed her mom. She was still unconscious but the doctor had informed her that she would be awake soon.

She decided to go home to take a bit of necessities. She was going to work to ask for a 3day leave. She had not told anyone in her workplace that she would be on leave and she knew going back there spelt trouble but still she would give it a try.

She worked as a salesperson in a shopping mall. She was not really sure if her leave would be granted,the worst case,she might just be fired.

She informed the nurse hired to watch over her mom that she would be back later in the evening before leaving the hospital.

When she got to her home,she found out that all her personal belongings had been thrown out from the apartment.

"Miss Belle, why are my stuff outside? I had informed you that I would pay didn't,I? Then why do you have to throw my belongings out?" Layla questioned loudly. She didn't like the stares the other tenants were giving her.

"Your boyfriend had informed me that you both won't be living in the house anymore so why bother pay the rent. I did you a favour." She said feeling sorry but on thinking about the huge sum of money she could get from doing this job, she became more excited and rash.

"Michael!!!" Layla screamed out gritting her teeth afterwards. The people surrounding her thought she had lost her mind.

"Can't you give me an ultimatum? My mom just completed her surgery and once she's discharged from the hospital,we would have to come home. I don't want my mother to have a relapse. Please?"

Layla tried to reason with her but she was really adamant.

"How could you be so harsh? Fine I won't beg you anymore. Just know that karma is real." She said.

She hailed a taxi and packed all her belongings into the taxi. Thankfully,it was just clothes and a few utensils.

Sitting in the taxi, Layla was lost in thoughts. She really didn't know where she would go. She then brought out the card that was given to her by Kingsley.

He had told her that if she needed help,she could call him. She furrowed her eyebrows before making the call.

The conversation didn't last for long. She heaved a deep sigh of relief after the call was ended. She then gave the driver a specific direction and he nodded.

Looking at the lady in the back seat,the driver had thoughts but knowing where she was headed to,he gave up his silly thoughts.

They soon got to the gate and the driver couldn't drive in. She got a call from Kingsley who tod her someone would come to welcome her in.

She paid the fare to the driver and the driver drove off. Layla looked at the gigantic building and took a deep breath.

"Layla Smith?" She turned to the voice and a smile spread on her lips seeing who it was.

"Yes I am. How may I address you, grandpa?" Layla asked. She always had a soft spot for old people.

"I think the grandpa is good enough. Come on,let me take you in. Is that your luggage?" The grandpa asked curiously.

Layla scratched her hair feeling that her and luggage are like the black spot in this white place.

"Sure it is." She said feeling distressed.

"Let me help you with that." The grandpa said and was about to reach out to it. On seeing that, Layla frowned.

"Grandpa, you are elder to me. I don't want you to stress yourself at your age. I can carry it in and besides I'm not used to people serving me." Layla said and held the luggage.

"Alright if you say so." The grandpa said already having a good impression of the lady.

On getting inside Layla was in awe of the interior design. As someone who had loved designing since young,she could tell that the interior of the house was quite delicate but fierce at the same time. If the grandpa wasn't here,she would have run around to feel the designs but she reigned in her excitement.

"Does Miss Layla like the interior decorating of the house?" The grandpa asked seeing how her eyes shone immediately they stepped in.

"Of course. This is one of the best designs I've seen. It brings out life into the room." Layla answered instinctively as she appreciated it.

"Grandpa,who designed the layout? I must say the person is very talented." Layla asked the old man.

"Our young master!" He answered with a smile. He had never been more proud of his grandson as he was now. His future wife was praising him.

"Wow,he is really talented." Layla said.

"I will show you to your room." The grandpa said and they went upstairs.

"Freshen up and come down for lunch okay?" The grandpa said before leaving the room. Layla smiled as she looked around the room. She freshened up immediately as she still had to go to work.

"Brat,your would-be wife is cute and obedient. I like her so much." The grandpa said as he was on a call

Grandpa please do not tell me that after my warnings,you still decided to act as my butler?" Miles asked as he rubbed his head.

He was already tired as it was and thinking of the stunt his grandpa just pulled,he felt really exhausted. "Whatever,I like her.

So when are you going to get married to her?" Grandpa Brooks asked with a gossipy tone. "Soon grandpa." He said and hung up.

He rubbed his head and called his assistant in. They were about to have a serious conversation. "Buy that apartment under Layla's name.

" He said to his assistant with a calculating look. They had humiliated one of his people so he has to give them a taste of their own medicine.

"Sure thing boss." Kingsley responded. "Miss Layla's superior has plans to fire her,what should I do boss?" Kingsley asked.

"You are really asking that question. You don't know what to do or should I remind you what is to be done?" Miles asked and Kingsley left the office immediately.

He didn't want to be on the receiving end of the boss's anger. "Special Assistant King, why are you so jumpy right now?" A manager who was on his way to the president's office asked curiously.

He was eager for gossip. "Nothing. You may carry on." Kingsley said rushing to complete the task the president had asked him to do.

"Grandpa,I would love to head over to my workplace. I have to ask for leave so that I can take care of my mom." Layla said.

They were at the dining presently and she had tried so hard to convince the grandfather to join her to eat.

"That brat, sorry I mean the young master has prepared a car and a driver for you. It would be convenient for your transportation." The grandpa said.

In reality he was the one who arranged for it.

His stinky grandson wouldn't think of that as he had never had a relationship before.

"He shouldn't have. I could have just taken a taxi or the subway." Layla rejected. "Please do allow the driver to drop you off or else the young master would be unhappy with me.

" The grandfather said emotionally blackmailing her. "Well. Alright grandpa. Since you insist. Thank you very much." Layla showed her gratitude. "You don't need to thank me." He said"

Alright, Grandpa I'm done with the food. It was really delicious." Layla complimented. "Come on. I will show you the driver." He said and they both walked to the garage.

Layla was surprised seeing so many expensive cars but she brushed it off knowing that the Brooks enjoyed opulence and wealth.

"Good day grandpa and Miss Layla. I'm John and I would be your designated driver." The driver greeted introducing himself at the same time. "Nice to meet you, John." Layla responded politely improving the impression the driver had of her.

Grandpa Brooks nodded approvingly. As always,his grandson's choice isn't wrong at all. "And please call me Layla. You are quite older than me. You are as old as my dad." Layla said,her voice twinged in sadness.

Grandpa Brooks felt sympathy for Layla. He knew a bit about her background and knew that she was never favored in her family. "Girl,you have to be strong and not weak okay? Your mother still needs you." Grandpa Brooks couldn't help but say. "I understand grandpa." She said while wiping her tears which were about to fall.

She entered the car and waved the nice grandpa goodbye. "Please drive carefully and let her get to her workplace safe and sound." Grandpa Brooks said and John nodded driving off immediately.

He was secretly delighted in his heart. His future daughter-in-law was a sweet lady. They spent a considerable amount of time on the road and it was fun filled as they both chatted to make the journey more enjoyable.

Layla got to find out that John had a son who was studying abroad. He was sponsored by Miles and her impression of Miles improved.

They soon got to Layla's workplace and she felt sad that the journey came to an end so soon.

What she didn't know is that she had spent an hour and thirty minutes on the road. "If you are done with your business,I will be waiting for you over there. The car would be packed there." John said pointing to a peaceful road.

Layla made note of it. She bid him goodbye before she made her way into the workplace.

She doesn't know what holds for her if she walks in there but she had to be brave,if not for anyone but for her mother.

"Oh, isn't this the employee who believes she can go and come as she please?" One of the sales attendant said. She had always been jealous of Layla. "Of course she can come and go,after all she has that kind of relationship with the manager." One said and they all burst out laughing obviously having fun.

"What do you mean?" Layla stopped in her tracks turning to them. What rumours have been flying around since she has been absent. "Oh please do not act all innocent. We know you have a sexual relationship with the manager. Isn't that the reason your boyfriend broke up with you?" One said sourly as she glared fiercely at her.

If she didn't know what they meant before,then she would be a big fool not to understand what they meant now. It seems Michael had tarnished her reputation.

She didn't want to cry but the tears just kept falling. She was the one who was wronged but now she is the one who is bearing the brunt. "Please do not shed your fake tears here. The manager's wife is presently in the office and she had been waiting for you." One said adding more salt to her wounds.

"You bitch!!" A fat lady yelled. "How dare you seduce my husband with your pretty face? Is it your face that they gave you the right to seduce married men? Don't worry, I will help you fix that.

" The lady said and brought out a sharp looking object. It was a blade. "No, don't come close to me. I don't have such a relationship with your husband. Ask him, manager I'm really not the one who has such relationship with you, isn't it?" Layla asked anxiously.

If the blade comes in contact with her face,her mother would be heartbroken. "Why are you denying it? Do you think he would protect a slut like you when he can't even protect himself? He had confessed to it himself."

The woman mocked hellbent on destroying her face. Layla turned to look at the manager in despair. So he could actually do something like that. Is this payback for not accepting his proposal?

Layla felt different emotions swirling within her. She wished that Miles could appear and save her from such humiliation.