Page 40 of For the Love of Layla

“Prove it then. Prove it’s not you.” The words come out as a whisper. I’ve never wanted to be wrong about anything so much in my entire life. All the sweet kind moments with this man… all the times I thought I had fallen for him. All for what? Wiped away in a moment. He releases me, wiping his hands down his face, “When was the last time you saw him?”

“Friday afternoon.”

He sits down at his office chair, his back to me, turning on his laptop before tossing my makeshift weapon on the desk. “Where…did you see him?” He doesn’t look at me, but he’s tense.

Where did I see you?

“Just hurry up with your alibi, Liam.” I order, not moving from my place on the wall as my body trembles. I struggle to control my breathing as he clicks through this and that, finally pulling up the security feed from his office. Typing in the date he wants. My heart doesn’t beat again until he rolls back from the laptop, giving me much needed space to check. There he is talking to Brandon, Friday, at one in the afternoon while I was on my knees withhim… I’m vaguely aware of Liam standing from the chair and pushing it behind me so that I can sit. I can’t look at him as he walks over pouring us drinks, “There’s more proof if you need it. Electronic documents I signed just thirty minutes later. There’re all time stamped.” My eyes never leave the screen. I feel… disappointed in a sickening way. Like I almostwantedit to be him. What have I done? “Liam, I’m so sorry.” I mumble before burying my face in my hands.

I must look insane.

I can feel him nearing me as he sits our glasses down, lifting me from the chair, pulling me tightly into him. “You have nothing to apologize for. You were scared.” I shake my head, trying to pull back before he wraps his arms around me. Placing his hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair gently just like he always has. This kindness… I don’t deserve it.

“I’m still sorry.” He kisses the top of my head as I whisper.

No…

I quickly clear my throat, wiping my tears on the back of my hand as I walk over to the large ornate mirror hanging on the wall. Straightening my dress and makeup, hoping this can be the end of it.

This has to be the end.

Liam appears behind me in the mirror, my amber eyes meeting his ocean ones in the glass. Showing every bit of emotion I’d ever wanted to see far too late. He brings the glass to my lips, tilting it backwards forcing me to drink as he lightly trails his hand down my spine.

Ocean Eyes by BillieEilish

Everything that happens next shouldn’t. I should say no, I should stop him, but I can’t. I can’t do what’s best for him because I’m weak against this man. Weak against them both. The thought of it all terrifies me.

I take the glass from his hands, tipping it back until the bitter alcohol disappears completely. His eyes darken as he runs his lips across my marked neck. “Did he do this to you?” His hand finds my chin, pulling my head towards him as his lips find mine, kissing me gently as his tongue teases my bottom lip. I don’t answer and he doesn’t ask again. But his grip tightens on me. I can taste the absinthe on his tongue as it slips into my mouth, dancing with mine.

I should pull away, but I melt.

I melt into Liam, pressing my throbbing core into his as he lifts me up. My legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the couch. He lays me down, hovering over me as I push up into him, begging for friction. For a touch that doesn’t belong to a stranger.

To a monster. A real monster, not the one I painted this man to be.

I don’t stop him as he slips my lace underwear down my legs, discarding them in the floor, trailing his hands over my thighs. His cock tenting in his pants as his hands slip underneath, teasing my sensitive flesh. I moan, tilting my head back as I once again meet his eyes.

“Layla…” He groans as he realizes how wet I am.

I reach down, unbuckling his belt, before he pulls back slightly still rubbing circles on my clit.

“I need-”

He cuts me off, smirking, “I know what you need, little star.” With that he frees himself from his pants, his mouth crashing into mine as if he’s been starved of my taste. My fingers find their way into his copper hair as he hikes my long dress up around my waist, dragging his cockhead up and down my slit gently, so gently I writhe beneath him. “Do you have any idea how many times over these past months I’ve thought of slipping between your legs?”

I moan as he slides in slowly, letting me adjust to his length. Biting down on my lip as I stretch around him, it’s painful in all the right ways as he buries himself in me. Pulling back out slowly, leaving just the tip in before running his tongue down my neck and slamming forward. I cry out, hitching my legs around him as he rolls his hips. Waves of heat barreling through my limbs as he takes up every sense I have. All I smell is Liam, all I feel is his skin against mine touching me in the way I’ve longed for. All I taste is his lips and all I see are those deep blue eyes staring down at me like I hung the sun in the sky. I pitch my head backwards as he continues rocking into my pulsing sex, bringing his thumb lightly across my lips. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He groans as he slips it into my mouth. He doesn’t tell me to suck, but I do. I run my tongue along the digit, twisting my head away ashepops into my mind. The wayhefelt in my mouth and I push hard, meeting Liam thrust for thrust. His hands taunting my hardened nipples through the silk of the dress my tormentorpicked out for me.

This is wrong.

Liam moans as his cock swells inside me, his hand capturing my throat, “Look at me, Layla.” I do. The look in his eyes sets me on fire so thoroughly I’m burning up right alongside him. Suddenly he jerks me up, placing me on his lap, my dress falling around us as I ride him, grinding my clit into him as he pistons up into me. Perfectly in sync. He grips my wrists in his large hands, pinning them behind my back as he fucks me mercilessly. My breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts as they grow jerky and frantic. I feel myself start to tighten as I lean forward kissing him deeply, I cry out on his lips as I come undone on top of him. Still riding the waves of my orgasm as he explodes inside me. I don’t know how long we stay like that, working out six months’ worth of physical contact, but the moment I pull him out of me guilt floods in. Although I’m not sure what I feel guilty about exactly. Am I placing a target on his back? Will this hurthim?

I shouldn’t care, but I think I do.

I walk towards the bottle on his desk, avoiding his eyes as my fuzzy head raves. I pour a bit more than I mean to as I tip it back, some of it spilling out onto my chest, his come dripping down my legs. I gasp as Liam turns me towards him, bending and softly licking the line of alcohol from my chest up to the corner of my mouth before capturing my lips again.

“Why did you go away?” He asks, his voice gravelly.

I freeze, not sure how to respond. “I’m scared.” Blurting it out before I think better of it. He once again pulls me into him, I stumble in my heels, the room tilting around us.

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