Page 43 of Knights Game

“I’ll see you later,” she says.

I nod, watching as she leaves me standing rubbing my jaw.

I meet Roman’s eyes and I see the warning clear as day.

I’ve just shown too much.

16

Layla

What am I doing?What the hell am I doing? I take the stairs from the VIP area as quickly as my shoes will allow and lose myself in the busyness of the club.

How can I go from a horny, brazen hussy, to terrified in the blink of an eye. Adrenaline courses through me, making me jittery; I breathe through my nose to try to calm my racing heart.

What the hell was that?

And I’m not just talking about the whole I want you to fuck me Luca madness. I’m talking about the massive ick factor I got from Levi.

Luca is all dark and deadly, calculating and intimidating, not to mention sexy.

Levi is huge, his muscles straining against his shirt, tattoos on the skin that was showing. His hands, neck. His hulking great neck.

I join the queue to the ladies’ toilet continuing the piss poor attempt to calm myself down, and message Katy to find out where she’s at, because clearly, I can’t be trusted unsupervised.

I tap the message out, my hands shaking as the emotion runs through my body. I tuck the phone away and lean against the wall.

Did Luca own this place? It would explain why we were hooked out the queue and given VIP treatment.

Three girls come out of the ladies’, and I enter. Taking a moment to sort myself out and freshen up. That was hot and terrifying, and here I am again, feeling alive.

Feeling like I’m living.

Even if I’m living on my own little rollercoaster of emotions with Luca in control of when I drop. I fan myself as the words he muttered in my ears make me shiver. I never thought I’d want to be fucked by a psychotic stalker, but here I am. Maybe this is my rebellious streak making up for lost time. Or the early signs of a midlife crisis.

My hand hovers over my scar as memories of my later teenage years flood me.

It was messy. I was messy.

It would seem I still am messy.

I open the door and walk to the mirror, checking my reflection. My makeup is smudged and my eyes bloodshot. I clean up the smudges, neatening my appearance.

My phone buzzes a message, and I grab it, thinking it’s Katy.

Katy is on the terrace, sunshine.

Unhinged man

A smile tugs at my lips, knowing that he was as affected as I was, am.

I stop at the bar and get another drink, glugging it back, letting the cold liquid coat my throat, and cool some of the burning inferno of lust in me.

I can feel eyes on me, and I don’t want Luca to see what state I’m in. Inside though, inside I’m screaming.

Navigating through the darkened corridors, zigzagging as the alcohol hits me, I search for Katy on the Terrace.

Crossing outside into the cool air, and shiver at the sudden bite against my hot feverish skin.

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