Page 65 of Knights Game

“I’m fine,” I reply walking past her into my bedroom to grab a bag out of my wardrobe, throwing things in haphazardly. Katy appears and sits on my bed holding a large manila envelope in her hand.

“Where are you going?” She asks, as I throw in another jumper. “Are you going back to his house? Oh my god you hussy. I need details.”

“Katy.”

“Okay, so I’m going to need to know some things about your antics. Size, technique. I want all the juicy details. Oh, and add girth to my—”

“Oh my God. Your obsessed with the word girth!”

“Anal?”

“Gross,” I respond, telling myself that I can do this. “Who the hell does anal their first time with someone?”

“You totally saw it didn’t you? Is it big?”

“Katy,” I say laughing, placing my kindle into the bag, along with a charger. Time’s ticking.

“Please tell me, or unless he’s small. That’s it, isn’t it? Amazingly handsome but a teeny tiny micro dick. Were you disappointed? That is quite disappointing to be fair. How can you look that hot, and then have a tiny cock. What an absolute waste.”

I suggest the length in my hand to which she squeals in delight.

“Did you fuck him? Did he fuck you? Oh my God. Layla. I need details.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you all the juicy fucking details.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Just not now.”

“Pack lube,” she says.

“I don’t need lube.”

“But what if you suddenly decide that it’s the one thing you’re missing, channel your inner Girl Guide...”

“I don’t need lube.” I feel instantly lighter, a moment of laughter in the chaos. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you, okay?”

“Wait what? That’s it?”

“I’ve got to go. What’s that?” I nod to the manila envelope in her hand, my name on the front.

“For you.” She passes it to me, and I hold it up, no stamp.

Hand delivered.

Levi.

I push down my fear and throw the envelope in my bag.

“You’re not going to open it?” she asks. “It could be important.”

“It can wait. Besides, I’ve got a grumpy man in the car who will come in here and throw me over his shoulder if I’m not out in about three minutes and delivered back to Luca’s penthouse.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay? Wait, did you say penthouse?”

“Honestly, he’s…he’s something. But I’m okay, I promise. Last night was…last night was out of this world.” I acknowledge it out loud for the first time. “I’m safer with him, than I am without. As are you.”

I continue darting around my room grabbing a few more bits. Then I grab my makeup bag from the bathroom.

“What do you mean as am I?” she shouts as I take a breath looking at my reflection. “Layla, how long are you going for exactly? What happened last night?” she asks, suddenly realising that I’m not just packing for an overnight.

“His dickhead cousin that’s what happened.” I say zipping up the small makeup bag. “He threatened you; he threatened grandad. I just know that if I’m with Luca, he can protect me, he can protect you. I can’t, I just can’t go into details now.”

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