Page 43 of For the Love of Layla

Debating showering I quickly decide against it, not ready to wash her off my dick. I flick on the night light Layla always needed when she was here. I personally can’t stand sleeping with lights on, but I’ve done it every night since she hesitantly admitted she needed one. To feel closer to my little love, I suppose. I just didn’t feel right leaving it off all night. What if she came home and got scared?

I frown, looking up from my conference video call as Layla enters the garage door, making a beeline for the bedroom. I clench my jaw as I notice the plastic bag tucked underneath her arm.

Hiding something, are we, little star?

I don’t warn Brandon or anyone else as I leave the call, pushing from the desk in my in-home office.

Relax, Liam, it could be nothing.

My heart races all the same. Enraging thoughts of all the things she could try to hide from me, rushing through my mind. Slipping in behind her, I watch her struggle with the tape on a… box? Still completely oblivious to me standing in the doorway. I watch as she bends over, making her baby blue sundress ride up, showing the bottom of her white lacy underwear.

You most certainly shouldn’t have left wearing that.

That’s what I get for getting too wrapped up in work. Not paying close enough attention to my little star. We’ve only been dating for about a month. It’s been the best month of my life. My frown only deepens as she plugs the small light into a wall outlet sliding it to the back of my dresser. The hollow drawers I cleared out for her are still empty, another point of contention.

“A nightlight?” I ask, not trying to hide my amusement as she jumps, quickly standing in front of the little lamp. Her cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink, “Uhm, yeah, I can take it out. Sorry, I guess I should’ve asked.” I smile, walking over and pulling her into me by her waist as she stares at the floor.

“You never have to ask, little star. I am curious why you’ve went through the trouble of sneaking a small light into my house.” She bites her lip, making my cock harden in my pants. I gently tilt her head up, tugging it free from her teeth as she turns her pretty amber eyes to mine. “I guess I never really stopped being afraid of the dark.” She admits shyly before groaning and burying her head in my chest. I shouldn’t laugh, but I do. “Don’t laugh at me.” She mumbles, leaving her head buried.

She wraps her legs around me as I lift her, sitting her on the drawer. “I don’t mind a night light if it makes you feel more comfortable.” I kiss her nose gently, “You should’ve told me sooner.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

That won’t do.

I grip her chin tightly, pressing my forehead against hers, “You never have to be embarrassed around me, Layla. I’m entirely enamored with every part of you. You’re mine, right?”

“Yours.” She responds, smiling. I could stare at that smile every second of every day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

I slip into the sheets, wrapping my arm around Layla as she cuddles into my chest, my exhaustion finally hitting me in full force. I haven’t been getting shit for sleep lately between watching her, our little games, and everything I do for Curran Enterprises. It’s been… taxing to say the least, but she’s worth every sleepless night. I bury my head in her curly hair, trailing my fingers up and down her arm as my eyes grow heavy. I hum our song, it’s a risk, sure, but I like to think I’m filling her dreams with it.

“Sweet dreams, little star.” I whisper, kissing the top of her head, “I love you. More than you know.”

Chapter eleven

An Obvious Mistake

IgroanasIadjust, pressing my face deep into the soft pillow, trying to dampen the pounding in my head. Frowning as Peaches’ wet nose pokes at my cheek, trying to shove her away.

“Peaches, come on.”

My heart jumps from my chest as Liam’s voice fills my ears. Distant and foggy memories of last night flooding in.

Oh God, where’s my phone?

Liam looks like a Greek God standing in the doorway of his bedroom, the sun glistening off his tattooed chest. I hesitantly drag my eyes from him as I shuffle out of bed, ignoring the dizziness that follows me up, “Where’s my phone?”

He steps inside the room, the bulge in his sweatpants teasing at the fabric. It’s daunting even when he’s not hard. “On the dresser. Slow down, Layla, you had a long night.” I shuffle to the dresser, a wave of nausea slamming into me like a brick wall making me grip my mouth.

Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.

“My alarm didn’t go off?” I ask, trying to steel myself so I can move without falling victim to my turbulent stomach and pounding headache.

“I shut it off last night. It was ringing incessantly.” He says matter-of-factly as if he had every fucking right. Suddenly I care a lot less about the state of my stomach and more about the anger flaring inside of me. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Liam raises a thick eyebrow, taking a step towards me as I recoil, only now noticing I’m only wearing one of his t-shirts.

He changed me… No, no, fuck this.

I jerk my phone from the dresser, “Where the fuck is my dress?”

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