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“ Of course! I’d love to.” The green eyed monster of jealousy reared it’s head inside Layla’s mind as she watched Rhea flash a blinding smile at Jimin. First, her brother. Then, some warriors. Now, her crush. She silently scoffed and walked in the opposite direction. * Layla was never good at listening to instructions or concerns, so she ignored Jimin’s suggestion for her to get some rest. She went over to where the spies were kept to see the ‘torment’ Jimin mentioned, by herself. When she got there, she spotted the Pack’s cruelest and crudest warrior crouched in front of the jail, with Xavier standing beside him.

Ian’s POV Two months later Layla Thompson — now Layla Lawson on paper — was one of the most completely unhinged women I had ever encountered in my life. I meant that as close to a compliment as I was currently capable of giving her. Two months. Two months of sharing a house, a bed separated by a pillow barricade, a kitchen, a dining table, a driveway. Two months of the particular experiment of existing in close proximity to someone you had decided you could not stand and discovering, gradually and against your will, that the situation was more complicated than that initial decision had accounted for.

Chapter 20 Layla’s POV I scrambled onto my hands and knees on the soft, plush mattress, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. My entire body shook from the sheer, terrifying intensity of my own lust. Dropping my head onto a silk pillow, I arched my back completely, pushing my heavy, wide ass high up into the air. My thick thighs spread wide on pure instinct, opening me up completely to the man looming behind me. I knew this position left me entirely exposed.

She had thought pressing close to… Desmond might have ignited a spark, a chance for her to weave herself into his world. Instead, she had been exposed and shamed, her hopes dashed in the glare of the crowd. Though whispers floated around Layla like venomous bees, soft yet stinging, she caught every cruel word. She wished the floor would swallow her whole. “How absurd! Did she really think that would seduce Mr. Miller? She should know better than to play such foolish games." “Look at Mr. Miller and that stunning woman, such a perfect pair. Layla’s got no chance. But wait… Who's the man holding that stunning woman? He's even more handsome than Mr. Miller!"

Lily's POV: The buzz of my alarm jolted me awake, but I didn’t need it. My eyes were already open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleeping has become impossible since yesterday. How could I possibly rest when the strange man’s words kept playing on a loop in my head? After our bizarre conversation in the hospital lobby, I tried to return to the restaurant, but Jasmine insisted I go home to gather my thoughts and rest. "You look like a ghost." She said, shooing me off with her apron in hand.

He said with a calm tone to me. "I'm new here" I answered. I struggled with fighting back the tears that tried to roll down my eyes, maintaining my charisma before him. But I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting my face up and causing me to peer into his eyes before he asked me again, "What is your name?" "Layla" I responded with a shaky tone, trying to redirect my eyes to something else. "Layla Caldwell" I said with a low tone. He smiled at me, and he released my hand from his hand, turned to his men and signalled them with the move of his eyebrows to follow after him. He wore a wide smile on his face as he patted me on the shoulders as he walked away, speaking to his men.

I'm a big girl already. Maybe people have just different ways to face their problems. Like what Layla was doing. As I was leading Layla to the group. I noticed two sets of eyes was staring at Layla intensely. I can reason out the first set of eyes that looked at Layla. That was Kane's. However, the second one was from the new guy. My brain who got fed by a lot of romance, mysteries, and supernatural novels noticed his stare. There was shock, disbelief, relief, intrigue, and something like amusement passed flashed into his eyes.

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

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She pouted. “I'm leaving…" I knew I sounded awkward as I turned on my heel. “I won't allow you in again, so don't show your face . I want you to stay away from Nathan. You have no connection whatsoever—” Her sharp, indifferent tone of voice stopped me. “Why do you hate me so much?" I blurted. *** Layla I truly shouldn't fall for his innocent eyes. Those innocent eyes had made me miserable once before. But those same innocent eyes had stared into mine and my legs had melted underneath me, those same innocent eyes had looked beyond me and seen my darkest secrets …another part of decided to betray me.