Layla's POV Walking outside, Ethan had already gone to sit in his car. Climbing in, his gaze locked with mine. “You took longer than expected,” he complained as he started the engine. “Excuse me, I’m a woman, and I usually take longer while dressing,” I said, rolling my eyes as I fastened my seatbelt. “Of course you are,” he mocked, and I ignored him. The rest of the ride passed in silence. Damn, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. Wait, do men notice when a woman has been with someone else earlier? “Did you check your bank? I sent you fifty thousand to get some outfits. If it’s not enough, let me know,” he said casually, his hand gliding over the steering wheel. My heart skipped as I blinked in shock. “You sent me that huge amount?” I asked, and he smirked, shaking his head at my reaction. I had been distracted and hadn’t checked my phone. Grabbing it, I saw the notification. A staggering fifty thousand bucks...Now tell me, how do I leave him alone? I hadn’t
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