Fallen for the rival billionaire

That’s him?

The early morning sunshine penetrated through the window and rested lightly on Layla's cheeks, jolting her out of her sleep. Her hands teased her sleepy eyes till there was no sleep left in her eyes. She raised her head up from the broad chest of Wilson, the solace she had, although the night.

Her eyes wandered around his body, and she felt the same feeling as yesterday surging through her. The slight squeeze of her waist jolted her

from her nasty imagination. Slowly, she pulled Wilson's hands away from her waist and dashed into the bathroom, all the memories of last night playing freshly in her head, followed by a banging headache.

Every other lady in her spot would wake up and act remorseful or surprised, or regretful, of how well she threw herself shamelessly on a stranger, but the case with Layla is different, if she had her way, she would like to repeat every bit of yesterday's act, with the same person.

Even though she was under the web of alcohol, she knew all that happened, and she liked the perfect scrunching of their bodies, and she couldn't help but wish for more. Twenty five minutes into the bathroom, she steps out with her towel, tied firmly around her body, some droplets of water touring down her body, while Wilson was seated gently on the bed, his head leaning against the bed stand. She walked in, not saying a word, her hands firmly held against her towel, like she was trying to hide away from him.

His mouth hung open, as she advanced into the bathroom. He stared at her, his eyes following her hips, to her feet, and finally back to her face. He gulps hard, trying to hide the desire and lust his eyes had regained.

While she approached the mirror, his eyes followed every movement she made, the way her hips moved up and down. She reached out for the cream that was in her bag, and slowly she began to apply it to her skin, the awkward silence was eating her up, and she could swear that Wilson's eyes were all over her.

She wondered why he had not said anything to her, since she came in.

'perhaps you should have greeted him.!' she mentally scold herself. The gentle movement of her hand against her skin got Wilson salivating, his member throbbing gently for more.

He thought about grabbing her legs and pinning them against his chest, but he refrained himself, as he had seen what it does to girls like that who is caught in his

"Good morning," she let out softly, with a gentle smile that got him thinking nasty. She thought it would be nice to greet him first, but it turned out bad, causing Wilson to withdraw.

"Good morning." He replied a little bit more casually than she expected, Layla thought that she has missed her opportunity to talk to him comfortably.

While he walked into the bathroom, Laylae took the opportunity to fix herself into her cloth. While she made to walk out, Wilson stepped out of the bathroom, causing an abrupt halt in her movement. The hot sight of Wilson dripping wet, with a towel tied firmly around his waist, almost stopped her heartbeat. She swallowed hard and tried to look anywhere from the glorious view in front of

"You are leaving?" he helped Layla out of her admiration and she couldn't be more than grateful.

"Yes, yes." She batted her lashes and he let out a soft nod.

"See you." He waves and she waves back, sadly, she didn't like that he waved her off, without asking for her number, or her name. She felt cheap and used but she still crave more with him.

She walked out of the hotel room, her heart stinging. She suddenly wished she had thrown her bag away and began to kiss him, or rather, get his card, for another session of s*x.

The drive to her house was quite far, but she finally pulled Into the compound of her family house, after the long ride, and her eyes darted to the house of their family enemy.

"Such a jerk!" She cursed angrily. She hated that her father got really mad at her because of Wilson.

"I wonder what he looks like, now that he is all grown up." she slammed the door of her car, the anger she thought she had buried eating her up again, little did she know that the Wilson her family so much despised is the same man, she craves to be in his bed, over and over again.

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"Welcome back ma'am." a maid collected her bag and she nods slightly in response to the maid, before walking in

"Good morning mum." She greeted the moment she walked in to see her mum setting the table.

"Oh my goodness, Layla, where were you all night?" Her mum exclaimed. this time she was already standing with Layla, her hands checking Layla, out, while Layla just watched her mum, not saying a thing.

"You shouldn't have left the house, Layla, it was just a contract."

"I am sorry you got scolded by your dad."

"It's okay Mum, it's all in the past." she let out a warm smile.

"Where is Dad?"

"He stepped out to get something."

"I wish to say hi to him, before moving out fully." She let out softly, her emotions eating her up, again.

"I already asked the maids and guards to move everything to your new apartment."

"How did you get me key." Layla stares at her mum wiredly.

"I searched your diary, but I promise, I didn't read a thing." Mrs reign chuckles, while Layla let out a smile.

"You should have breakfast, Layla."

"I will do that when I get to the office." She gave her mum a quick hug and dashed out of the house. Although she wanted to see her dad and

apologize for losing the contract, she was still grateful she didn't meet him.

She pulled out from their compound, just to meet her father trying to drive in. They both brought their car to a halt, Layla stepped out, and her father did so also. The nervousness was clearly written as her entire body trembled from fear of what her dad would say.

"Layla, His voice came out calm, and it scared her the most.

"I am sorry, I scolded you so much, just for a single contract" he apologized the moment she wanted to say a word. Layla felt her heart miss a beat as she heard those unexpected words from her father.

With tears burning the back of her eyes. she threw herself into his arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks while he pats her back slowly.

Wilson was driving back from the hotel to his family's house, after getting a call from his dad, with the thought of Layla eating him up. He hated himself for not asking for her name or getting her number just so they could program another s*x session, during the weekends. He was about to drive into his compound when she saw Mr reign hugging someone that looked really really familiar, just from staring at her from behind.

His legs hit the jar, hard, and the car came to an abrupt halt, his body jerking against the chair. He started at the awkward scene not willing to believe that the lady he had the best night with, the lady he crave for, is the same Layla that traveled away, six years ago, the one he won the contract against, and most especially, his family's enemy which they have both warned him against.

The abrupt halt of his car caused Layla and her father to turn in his direction. For a second her heart missed a beat, from the thought that he might have followed her here, but she suddenly stared up at the house he was about to drive into. Mr Reign looked at Wilson with so much hate in his eyes.

"Layla, do you still remember him? That's Wilson, the ugly duckling that stole the contract from us." There was so much loath in his voice as he stared at Wilson. Layla knew from the look in Wilson's eyes that he was Wilson, the family enemy, and the one she had s*x with, but hearing it from her dad seemed to break her.

Layla and Wilson stared at each other from a distance, their eyes locked against each other, with lust and hate, burning through their eyes.