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LAYLA

ā€œBaby,ā€ a low voice says in my ear.

The listener smiles and blushes, quickly scarpering, and I turn to face Joshua. He looks delicious in a white shirt, open at the collar. It’s a hot evening, and his bow tie is hanging loose around his neck. He looks like James Bond off-duty.

I push the dark hair off his forehead, smiling at his bright eyes and flushed cheeks. ā€œAre you drunk again? Is this your wedding tradition?ā€

He doesn’t answer, threading a hand through my
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    LAYLAā€œBaby,ā€ a low voice says in my ear.The listener smiles and blushes, quickly scarpering, and I turn to face Joshua. He looks delicious in a white shirt, open at the collar. It’s a hot evening, and his bow tie is hanging loose around his neck. He looks like James Bond off-duty.I push the dark hair off his forehead, smiling at his bright eyes and flushed cheeks. ā€œAre you drunk again? Is this your wedding tradition?ā€He doesn’t answer, threading a hand through my curled hair and tilting his mouth down to mine. His kiss is so deep and so fierce that it takes my breath away. My stomach flips, and my toes curl in my heels as his soft lips press against me.I finally pull back to a smattering of applause. My whole body is singing.My blood is thumping in my veins like I just ran a marathon. ā€œWell?ā€ I ask when I catch my breath.ā€œI’ll give you a nine-point-five,ā€ he decides, stroking our cheeks together.ā€œBut only because it’s your birthday.ā€

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake DateĀ Ā Ā Update: we got married ♄

    LAYLAFIFTEEN MONTHS LATERLayla Thompson @HerTreatLayla āœ“We got married on a flower-filled rooftop in central London, on the day of my thirtieth birthday.The ceremony is beautiful. The guys all look delicious in dark suits, and I wear a creamy silk dress I designed myself, covered in tiny organza butterflies. We say our vows as the sun sets over the city, streaking the sky in a wash of gold and peach and rose-petal pink. As the last few rays of sunshine fade away from the blackening sky, and the boys each take turns kissing the bride, the rooftop lights up. Hundreds of glowing lanterns illuminate over our heads, and the foliage glows with strings of coloured fairy lights carefully threaded through the leaves and branches.And then the party starts. Thanks to Zack’s flat-out insistence on an open bar, soon the alcohol is flowing, and everybody is migrating to the flashing disco dance-floor we had set up. I hang back, savouring my slice of fr

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake DateĀ Ā Ā In conclusion …

    LAYLAI reach up and rub at the frown lines between his eyebrows, smoothing them out. ā€œYou’re doing it now,ā€ I reminded him. ā€œNow, finally, those students have someone who cares about them.ā€ I link our fingers together.ā€œAnd so do I.ā€ā€œI love you so much,ā€ he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes my chest ache. ā€œI am so, so sorry.ā€Without leaving Zack’s grasp, I lean up and press my lips to his. He kisses me back hotly, pouring all of his anger and frustration and passion into the embrace. When we pull back for air, I twist, kissing Zack next, shivering when his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. Then I do the same to Josh, going up on my tiptoes and trailing my lips over his cheek.I can hear whispers go up around the hall. Someone gasps. I think I hear a phone camera click, and smile against Josh’s lips. I bet every person in this room is mentally calling me every gross name they can think of. Easy. Loose. A cheater. A slag.And I don’t care.

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake DateĀ Ā Ā You'll have to drop the charges…

    LAYLAHands jammed into his pockets, Donny leads me to the corner of the gym, out of earshot of everybody else. I glance around, wrinkling my nose at the bins of deflated basketballs and broken hula hoops.ā€œListen,ā€ he says quietly. ā€œYou can’t put that stuff online.ā€I check my nails. ā€œCan’t I?ā€ā€œNo!ā€ His eyes are wide. ā€œFor God’s sake, I was a kid!ā€ā€œSo was I. That didn’t stop you from making my life a living Hell.ā€ā€œI didn’t know what I was doing!ā€ He insists. ā€œIt was ten years ago, Layla, can’t you just get over this stuff? I’ve worked hard to get where I am, why the Hell would you want to go and ruin it for me now?ā€ā€œI don’t,ā€ I say honestly. ā€œI don’t want to ruin anything for you. All I want to do is leave this behind me. So here’s what’s going to happen.ā€ I take a step towards him, my high heels squeaking slightly on the ugly beige linoleum. ā€œYou’re going to drop the charges against Zack,ā€ I ordered. ā€œYou’ll make a statement that you antag

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake DateĀ Ā Ā More drama unfolds

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  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake DateĀ Ā Ā Some drama

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