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Layla's POV.Sleep refused to come.I’d been tossing and turning for hours, staring at the ceiling, and counting the decorations on them. My mind wouldn’t quiet... it kept circling back to the same place, the same person.Liam.I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead and sighed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face from earlier... the way he’d looked at me across that restaurant table, even though calmly but still distant, I also didn't forget the way the waitress had leaned in too close to him, smiling too much, and how he hadn’t pushed her away.I’d told myself I had no right to feel anything about it. I’d drawn the line, not him. But knowing that didn’t make the tightness in my chest any easier to breathe through.Finally, I threw the blanket off and sat up. The clock on the nightstand blinked 11:47 PM.“Fine,” I muttered under my breath. “If I can’t sleep, I might as well find something to do.”I took a quick shower, hoping the water would wash off the noise in my hea

Layla's POV. By the time evening fell, the day had already drained the last bit of energy I thought I had left. The meeting had gone well... better than expected, and Marcus had invited us for a business dinner tonight; how does he have so much connections with all this business events and dinners? And how the hell does he manage to be present for each of them? I can't really count the amount of times I've turned his invitation to several business events down in just few days of being in New York. Still, his invitation to the business dinner wasn’t optional, and as much as I wanted to hide away in my hotel room, I couldn’t. This was about presence, and I could really use a good distraction right now. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of my black satin dress. It wasn’t extravagant, just fitted from my body, hugging my curves, then to my knees and falling freely from there. My hair was pinned up, exposing my neck. A pair of simple pearl earrings completed the l

Layla's POV. After a short while of intense kissing, his hand found mine, and gently, he guided it towards his hard, throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed gently, he grunted huskily as my hand moved over it. Okay, it's official, Liam has so turned on a part of me that I never knew existed, I mean how am I doing all this with so much ease? How come I'm not shy to do this things with him? Goodness, I even wanted more. "Damn! Layla! You are fucking incredible," he grunted against my mouth, pulling away slightly, he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to the floor in front of him. "That's what you do to me Layla." He growled, pointing towards his hard dick. "Now, you're going to take care of it." "Liam, the meeting." I mumbled as the thought suddenly crossed my head amidst the sinful rollercoaster that I was in. "They can handle a little delay, or postponement even." He smirked, pushing his swollen dick towards my mouth. He reached out and grabbed a handfu

Layla's POV. By the time we reached the hotel, it was night already; Liam had put a call across to the Latex group and postponed the meeting to tomorrow, with a flimsy lie about last minute car trouble. We walked side by side through the hallway as we headed towards our separate rooms. Liam didn’t say a word. Neither did I. The sound of our footsteps echoed faintly in the long corridor, I kept stealing glances at him... the way his jaw tightened and his gaze stayed fixed ahead like he was focusing on anything but me. He looked calm, but I could feel the weight behind his silence. We stopped at our doors. They were just a few steps apart, facing each other. I reached into my bag for my key card, pretending to fumble with it just to fill the silence. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened back in the changing room, goodness thinking about it almost broke a smile out on my face but I quickly got a hold of myself before I embarrassed myself. I slid the key

Layla's POV. After what felt like forever, I was finally ready, we had found a way to reschedule the meeting to afternoon and no longer morning as Liam and I spent all morning together. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the collar of my white blouse in the mirror, not because of nerves about the meeting, but because I could still feel the warmth of his touch from that morning.Liam had left my room a couple of hours ago after one too many kisses on my forehead that made it nearly impossible to get out of bed. I’d practically shoved him out so I could get dressed before we were late again.Now, standing in front of my reflection, I took a long breath and tried to steady myself.A soft knock came on my door just as I slipped into my heels.“Come in,” I called, already knowing who it was.Liam stepped inside, looking infuriatingly put together; he wore a black suit, dark blue shirt beneath, his tie slightly loosened as if he’d just wanted to remind the rest of the world he didn’