Chapter 32.

Layla’s pov.

I am left alone and the moment I get to my room, I close the door and crumple right behind it - my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in decidedly short bursts.

I don’t know why I feel like this. Or why this even affects me, yet I can't get the image of their faces out of my head, and I wonder if I'm not in over my head.

Ryan and Damien seem to have made up, and if they have then I'm guessing he’s going to be helping them in… wooing me, or getting me to trust them. I suspect he’s doing that already, and I know Ryan.

Ryan does not do anything that does not benefit him first, and this is a game we’re all playing - a sly game, and to succeed, I have to be as smart as they are. If not smarter.

I go through all Breanne said to me earlier again and I recount the points in my head.

Men do not like an easy woman, or sometimes they do, depending on the type of man, but to be on the safer side, be the difficult type.

I tuck that away in my mind and move on to the next