Page 50 of Devotion

With the click of the button, the call is over, and Layla’s eyes are drawn back toward her silent television, seemingly only half-focused on the black and white images moving across the screen.

Her cell phone rings across the room, and her feet lower from her desk. For a moment, I’m solely focused on the perfection of her nicely sculpted ass, it’s tight contours. I haven’t known her to go to the gym, but her curves are accentuated by unusually toned thighs, adding to the long list of physical attributes that make her one hundred percent“wet dream material”.

“Hello?”

She listens to the voice on the other end for a second, then ends my suffering by switching to speaker phone.

“Hey, sweetie. Just checking on you.”

Layla takes a deep breath, and I’m laser focused as she paces at the foot of her bed.

“I’m fine. All things considered.”

“I still can’t believe that asshole kept you waiting alone like that. Did he even give you an explanation?”

“Nope. He promised he would once he got to the club, but as you know, things went a little sideways, so…”

A soft laugh on the other end has Layla smiling at the sound of it.

“Sidewaysis one way to put it, I guess. Only you can lose one guy and find another in the same night.”

My head tilts with curiosity.

“Are you ever going to reach out to… what’s his name again?”

A set of full, pink lips curve into a smile, and I wish I could reach through the monitor and touch them.

“Damien.”

I will never get used to the sound of my name leaving her beautiful mouth.

Ever.

“Right, Damien. So, will you call?”

There’s only silence as Layla paces, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I’m leaning toward no.”

Her gaze lowers to her carpet and if I’m not mistaken, she seems torn. I’m not offended by her uncertainty. At her core, she’s good, but I know firsthand there’s darkness within her, too. It’s possible that whatever she senses when I touch her makes it feel like the darkness is winning.

And, if I’m honest, I pray that it does.

“Well, whatever you decide, you know I support you.”

Her smile is back. “I know. You, Dove, and Isha have always been there.”

“And we always will be. Get some rest and hit me up tomorrow if you get time.”

“Will do.”

She ends the call and lowers to the edge of her bed, staring toward the window, but I don’t think she’s really focused onanything. While I’d normally prefer she have peace, I enjoy the idea that she’s unsettled tonight. Because if that call was any indication, what has her in a state of turmoil… is me.

I want her to toss and turn tonight, remembering the feel of her pussy clenching around my fingers while she came.

I want her dripping, fighting the urge to recreate the moment with her vibrator.

I want her hot and uncomfortable, wondering what it’d be like to fuck me—the shadow in her closet. The voice inside her head.

The monster.

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