Held Captive

Control

Vixen's POV

I pour myself a much needed glass of scotch and knock it back in one gulp, rubbing my temples as my assistant lays out my itinerary for the day. The week was really catching up to me due to me having to reschedule all of my meetings to take care of Laylah.

"Sir, are you sure you want to work today? You look tired." My assistant, Natalia, asks. I glance over at her. I was. I was really fucking tired. I'd stayed up most nights holding Laylah as she cried herself to sleep and ended up not being able to go back myself. I hated what she was doing to me. I never had another care in the world about another woman who wasn't my mother and it sucked. It sucked that I felt this unimaginable pull towards her yet I wasn't sure what it was that drew me in.

"Sir?" Natalia trys again. I then realized that I hadn't answered her question.

"It's Sunday. What do you think?" My voice had an air of hostility to it and I knew it was due to lack of sleep. I could see her visibly flinch but didn't have the energy to care as she turned back to her tablet. 

"Your mother asked after you." 

Shit. I'd been so caught up that I forgot about our weekly dinner. "What did you say?" 

"That you've been extra busy and must have forgotten to cancel." 

This was why I hired her. She knew exactly what I was thinking most of the time it was almost scary. I needed someone in my line of work that I didn't have to spell everything out for and whether or not i'd ever tell her this, Natalia was a smart, intelligent woman which is why I paid her well. 

"Alright, that's it. So overall you have eleven meetings and I rescheduled dinner for tonight at 8." I heave a huge sigh, "Sorry. She also requested Mr. Knight and Mr. Cavandish to accompany you." 

I sit up in my chair and curse under my breath. There was no way in hell I was leaving Laylah by herself and I gave Drew the day off. I dismiss Natalia and lean back in my chair. Glancing at my watch, I see 12:57 pm flash across the screen and I wait patiently for my first appointment. 

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I check my watch for what feels like the thousandth time as I pace the length of my living room. 

"Can you sit the fuck down?" Jackson's voice booms from the couch. Him and Zane have been watching me pace for the past 30 minutes as we wait for Laylah to come out. When i'd told her what was going on she'd been more than happy to get out of the house, saying that she was tired of being in bed all day. 

Ever since i'd taken things too far the other day she'd went from depressed, back to her old cheery self. I wasn't sure what brought on the change but god if I wasn't grateful. I'd never say this out loud but it had affected me, seeing her so hurt. Knowing that I could've been there. But I wasn't.  

I run a frustrated hand through my hair and just as i'm about to go check on her I see the most beautiful sight I have ever witnessed. 

"I'm sorry. Did I make us late?" She comes around the corner in a dark blue, skin tight mini dress that barely covers her thighs. Christ, she was hot. Her hair was curled, resting just beneath her breast. Silver earrings dangled from her ears, matching the jewelry on her wrist. My eyes darken as I take in the black heels that gave some height to her small frame. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the thought of fucking her in them. 

Zane goes to say something and I cut him off. "No." The low growl slips from my lips before I could stop it. I couldn't help but think of all the filthy fuckers who would want to get their hands on what's mine. Mine to look at. Mine to fuck.