I ran around my room like a chicken without a head. Going in and out of my walk in closet I continued pulling out different outfits that were suitable for my date tonight with Antonio.

"Eww...no!" throwing another dress over my shoulder. That must have been my tenth outfit that I didn't like.

"Why is getting ready for a date with a sexy guy so hard." walking backwards I throw myself on my bed.

Sighing after five minutes, I prop myself on my elbows and look around. Antonio was coming to pick me up by seven o'clock and it was close to six.

"Okay Layla, you can do this. You've gone on dates before. Dates with attractive men. Antonio isn't different...except for his sexy accent, gorgeous green eyes and the fact that he could be your boss later on..."

Shaking it off I get up and go back to my closet. Glancing around I spotted the outfit I was going to wear. Walking towards it, I take out and look at it. "Perfect." smiling then grabbing shoes and accessories to go along with it.

Stepping out I place everything on top of my bed then head to the shower and get ready for my date.

*Layla's Outfit for date on Media Picture*

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Drying my hair thirty minutes later I hear the doorbell ringing. Glancing at the clock it only reads twenty five minutes past six. "Huh? Wonder who that could be?" getting up I make my way out the room and downstairs to the front door.

The doorbell chimed a few more times as I was making my way. "Coming, coming...sheesh. So impatient."

Reaching the door. "Who is it?" asking before opening the door. I live by myself so I always try to be careful.

"Delivery for a Miss Layla Mendez." I hear a man's voice with an accent say on the other side.

Surprised that I would be getting a delivery I looked through the peep hole and sure enough there was a man standing there with a huge basket that was covering his face.

Opening the door I smile. I wondered if it was from Antonio? "Wow! This is amazing...who is it from?" I ask cheerfully.

...and as I was waiting for the delivery man to respond, he lowered the basket revealing non other than...Kiran.

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"Come on Short Stuff...PLEASE LET ME IN!"

Kiran was outside banging on my door for the past ten minutes. As soon as I saw his face I slammed the door shut. I couldn't believe he was trying to be tricky and deliver a basket to me himself.

"Go away." I yell back standing in front of my door with my arms crossed across my chest.

"I am not leaving until you open the door and let me apologize to you...please Layla." he pleaded. Ugh, I hated when he did that.

"Kiran, do you think that you bringing me a basket will make up for keeping your...fiance a secret?" I said scrunching my face.

Silence. "No, but I thought that maybe it will break the ice between us. Look, I made a huge mistake by not letting you know about Amelia for all this time..."

"You mean for a few years?" I shouted back.

"Yes, a few years. I-I had my reasons Layla. But please believe me when I say that I had every intention in telling you...that night that you caught Joe cheating on you...do you remember?"

"Of course I remember Kiran...I was the one he humiliated in front of his side puta (hoe)!" I shouted back.

There was silence on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry Short Stuff...I-." cutting himself off I heard him sigh loudly.

"I'll go. I just hope you find it in your heart to forgive me because you know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you intentionally...I rather you be upset at me for a few days than you hate me forever...my heart would shatter if you ever hated me Layla." hearing him hit the door I stood there trying not to give in. I could never hate him. He was my Ky-Bear.

"I'll leave the basket on the floor and you can get it...when you decide to give me a chance, you know where to call me. Bye Short Stuff." he says sounding sad. Ugh, why does he have to make it so hard to be mad at him?

I waited a few minutes until I decided to open the door and grab the basket. Just because I was mad at him didn't mean that I didn't want to see what the basket contained.

Opening the door I see the basket right on the floor. Stepping out I go to bend down to pick it up when I felt an arm wrap around my waist as my body was lifted up.

Startled, I start hitting his arm. "What is wrong with you? You scared the hell out of me?" I yelled while he took me inside with one arm as he held the basket with the other.

"Sorry Short Stuff. It was the only way I can get you to talk to me. I seriously can't believe you felt for that." hearing him laugh from behind me.

"Not funny...and it doesn't mean that I will be talking to you." retorting back.

"Hmm, we'll see about that." stopping, he spun me around and pushed me on the sofa then got on top of me in a straddling position pinning me down in between his legs. He always did this when I was mad and he wanted me to listen to him. Guess things never changed.

Trying to wriggle myself out from under him he just chuckled. "Do you think that your tiny self can get out from under me? Come on Layla, how many times have we been in this position and you have not been able to achieve it?"

"You know I'm not a quitter." glaring at him as I try to push him off but he was a fat ass.

"I know that. That's one of the things I love about you." he smirked down.

"Do you know what I don't like about you?" I ask sweetly.

"What?"

"Lying to me for years about having a girlfriend when I always told you everything. Now get your fat ass off of me." sitting up and pushing him with all my strength. But when I had my hands on his chest the jerk grabbed my wrists and pulled me with him landing on top of him on the floor.

"Oomph..." landing on his back and me...well, let's just say that if anyone came in and saw the way we were, they'd think we were doing or about to do something bad...

Our faces were inches away where I can feel his breath on me. I can also smell the cologne he continued to use because I loved it so much...Cool Water for Men.

We didn't say a word and the way he stared at me was intense. Like if he was contemplating something.

"Kiran." I say sitting up and right when I was going to stand up he pulled me back down to his chest. "Kiran, let me get up." protesting and if it were another time that I wasn't mad, I would be enjoying being this close to him.

He didn't say anything except look at me. His eyes looked to my face then roamed down my body. I saw him gulp as I see his hand go up to cup the side of my face. "You really don't know how much I've missed you." saying lowly, his thumb rubbing my cheek in a circular motion making me shiver.

His other hand went on my waist squeezing it a bit. Since I didn't get a chance to get dressed I was only wearing the silk robe that Kiran had sent me as a gift from his travels to China. It was one of my favorites.

I noticed that my robe was opened and that Kiran can see my lacy bra. Just great. Pushing myself up I stood over him then moved away from him wrapping my robe around me.

Hearing him grunt he finally spoke. "I'm sorry Layla." then stood up.

"Kiran. I need time."

He slowly nodded his head as his eyes were still on me. "I understand." he whispered looking down. My heart broke seeing him like this...but I need to make my point.

There was a silence that made me uncomfortable since Kiran and I really didn't have arguments...but this was something else.

"How about we just...you know, hang out tonight. Order take out, watch a movie or just catch up? Like the old days." shrugging at the suggestion.

Biting my lip I shook my head no. "I'm sorry but I can't." I tell him remembering that I still had to get ready for my date with Antonio...crap! Antonio will be here soon.

"Can't? Or won't? Look Short Stuff, I know you are really pissed off at me and you have every right, but please. I really really miss you. Can we at least spend some quality time together? It's been too long." taking a step closer to me taking my hand in his and kissing it...why does he do this to me?

"Ki-..." I began to say but he placed his index finger in front of my lips to shut me up.

"Shhh...I want to spend time with you, then you can kick me out when you get sick of me...please baby girl." cupping the side of my face again I closed my eyes. Stay strong Layla...you are mad at him and Antonio is on his way over. How was I going to explain Kiran to him? Not that it mattered.

"I'm going to have to kick you out now Kiran..." stepping away from him and walking towards the front door. He needed to leave...now.

"Why are you kicking me out, besides the obvious of course." I hear him behind me. "And why are you wearing a sexy lace bra? The only time you wear them is if..." he cut himself off as I stop in my tracks.

"Layla? Are you going out tonight?"

Turning around I look at him. "I am, for dinner." simply replying.

"Oh. Where are you and the girls going?" he asked with a small smile.

Cocking my brow I went to answer but of course I was cut off by the doorbell. Just wonderful...Antonio is here.

"I'll get that." he offered walking past me.

"No Kiran. I'll get it." I sped walked to him.

"Why...are Michelle and Darlene pissed off at me too." he chuckled. "Don't worry, I will beg for their forgiveness also." yeah, if he only knew who was behind that door.

"Kiran...it isn't-." I began to say but it was too late. He had his hand on the doorknob turning it to open it.

Swinging the door open he says. "Hey ladies I just want to-." but stopped.

Since Kiran is tall I couldn't see in front of him but I could hear the person on the other side. "Hello, does Layla live here?" his accent apparent. I swear it is so sexy.

Hearing Kiran growl lowly I see the hand that was holding the doorknob turn white as he gripped it tightly. That wasn't good.

"...and who the f**k are you?" ...oh yeah, that didn't sound good either.

A/N: 06/23/2016

Hello guys, another update. Hope everyone is having a good week. My daughter graduated 8th grade yesterday and my husband and I couldn't be happier.

Anyways, Layla is getting ready for her date with Antonio when Kiran showed up. How do you think he will react? Will Layla forgive him?

Check out my other stories on my profile page if you would like to check them out! Have a great rest of your week. I will try to update soon and I hope you like the chapter.

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