#Chapter38
Layla’s POV
/"Where are you taking me? Emilio said to wait outside./" I asked confused.
/"For the hundredth time, he asked me to take you back to the house so that's what I'm doing/" he gritted out, probably annoyed with my constant questions.
/"Well... Are we there yet?/" I asked as I got comfortable on the back seat of the car.
/"No/"
/"How about now?/"
/"No/"
/"Are we-/"
/"For fuck's sake would you fucking shut up!?/" he snapped in annoyance.
/"I just want to know-/"
/"Just shut the fuck up/" he seethed.
I clamped my mouth shut at this. He was very cranky and I didn't want him throwing me out of the car before we got to our destination.
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest like a child who was scolded by their parent. There was a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I ignored it and blamed it on the fact that I hadn't eaten all day.