Chapter 33

I close my eyes, fist my hands and press them against the wall. I'm using them for support because by now I'm almost too weak to stand. 

She's so innocent that it's driving me crazy. And I try not to think about how easily she responded to my touch.

That girl could very well be the end of me. I laid the offer down on the table.. and now all I have to do is wait for her to say yes, which she no doubt will. Actually, were it not for me stopping her, she would have already said yes by now.But we all now that I'm a gentleman, so I gave her a day to " think " about it.

And by ' think' , I mean fantasize about me and the things I will inevitably do to her... with her.... for her.

And I dare not forget the striking revelation I made today, my lovely highway girl likes it rough. All the more reason why I want her. Who would have thought, that underneath all that reserved exterior she actually had a bit of a wild side.

And I am planning on exploring that wild side very carefully. I plan on pleasuring her until she weeps. Until she can bear it no longer.

But I have to be cautious here, I'm swimming very close to the surface and if I'm not careful, some seagull will snatch me up for dinner. 

This is strictly for mine as well as Layla's physical nourishment. Nothing more. 

I cannot be fooled, I have watched enough movies to know that life can be a real bitch. You decide to take out your friend's car for a test drive and next thing you know, you're so attached to the damn thing you never wanna take it back . And you don't want a new one either because you are afraid it won't make you feel nearly as good.

That will not happen to me.I am venturing into this fully alert. I will make sure that I'm in complete control the entire time. I turn off the shower and step out as I wrap a towel around my waist. Then I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge. 

She hasn't had breakfast, I realise. Something I have to correct.I told her that she shall be provided with all that she requires and I was serious. I don't care what it is, she'll get every single thing she has ever desired. And if that thing doesn't exist then I shall make it. It doesn't matter whether I have to build an entire industry and manufacture it myself.....okay, I think my lust is beginning to cloud my reasoning. 

Of course I won't make it myself. I have money, I'll simply hire others to do it. 

Yap... I'm definitely in control here. My feelings are not by any chance taking control of me.

Now on a completely unrelated note, just what size is Layla exactly? I long to see her dressed in something other than jeans and T-shirts. 

Dresses.....I want her wardrobe stacked up with dresses. Hundreds..or even thousands of them. I can already picture her in my head.And she looks divine.

And I love Arden, but I honestly hope he doesn't come back soon. It would mean having Layla in my house, alone. With no one else to worry about.

That would give use the freedom to do whatever we want and whenever we want it.

I quickly get dressed and head to the kitchen. Opening up the cabinets and the fridge, searching for something appropriate enough to be termed as a proper breakfast. And I find nothing.

I mean, there are countless ingredients and a multitude of all sorts of snacks, but if I were to serve them, that would mean actually having to open up seals and warm things.. oh, and don't even get me started on the plating. It just cannot be done. Not by me at least.

So I suppose we're going to be eating out. It's about ten. A little late for breakfast but it's my obligation as a proper host to ensure that my guests are well fed.

I wage my options. BellCoast is a nice restaurant but Layla seems to hate attention. I need somewhere she can be comfortable. Some place classy yet intimate, and since I know of no such place, I call my assistant Luke and give him instructions. 

He calls less than five minutes later, he's already made a reservation at some place known as Haven. He sends me the address and I smile.

Yet another opportunity to have her to myself.

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Layla's POV

" I'm really not hungry, " I said the statement for probably the fifth time. Hoping against all hope that he would magically get the point and let me be. 

I was seated on my bed, against the headboard with my hands wrapped around myself as I tried to not think. 

I wanted my mind to be blank in the literal sense of the word. Because without thought, there was no memory. And without memory I would not be able to recall anything that had just happened.

Whatever spell had been cast on me was now washed away to be replaced with what I clearly recognized as shame and regret. And never before had I experienced those two things with the same intensity I was now.I failed to recognize myself. 

" Come on Layla, I already made reservations and it's a rather nice day. So why don't you spare us both the trouble of me having to force you out..." I ignored him this time.

In all my years as a living, breathing and walking human being I have never come across a person as stubborn and infuriating as Gabriel Germaine. The ego that man possesses was almost blinding. And now.....Oh God!!! I don't even wanna think about it. Just what was going through my mind in that freaking elevator.

My guesse is that the air in there was spiked with some sort of mind control drug.

But I've learnt my lesson. I won't let that gorgeous male anywhere near me. How dare he!! With his penetrating stare and stupid aura of sophistication. And how dare I be foolish enough to fall for his tricks.

" Layla! For goodness sake open up this goddamned door! " he sounded pissed.

Good. I want him to be just that. I want him to be mad and angry.I don't know why but I do.

Blowing out a breath, I sank underneath the covers and stared up at the ceiling.And it all began to replay in my mind.Every tiny detail, every touch and every word. And I wanted to disappear into space or something because here I was, living in this lovely house with two males. One who I rather liked but was " married " to and the other who made me lose it completely.

He made me want to kill myself, and at the same time.....he made me feel feel alive in a way no one else ever had.I heard nothing from the other side of the door.It appears he had given up and let me be, and I was grateful. Shocked, but grateful nonetheless.

But all my relief was brought to a sudden end when a few moments later, I heard some shuffling right outside the door. I sat up just in time to notice the door being unlocked.

Feeling panicked, I basically jumped off the large and luxurious bed and dashed towards the clearly expensive wooden door with the intent of keeping it closed.Gabriel began pushing it open and i pushed back, but then he placed his foot in the little space left between the door. Making it impossible for me to shut it. And with a single gentle push, he opened up the door and stepped in.

I watched him place the key inside the pocket of his jeans, then he crossed his arms with that majestic grace of his. A smug look on his face, I turned my own face to the side.

" Well that was rather nice of you. Shutting me out while I called for you like a crazed lunatic. " there was no hint of sarcasm in the sarcastic comment. Actually, for the first time since meeting him I sensed genuine anger coming from this complex man. 

I was in no mood for this.

" What do you want? " I knew what he wanted. It was his greatest desire to drive me nuts and he was being surprisingly successful at the task.

" I want you to change into a dress, tie your hair up and join me downstairs in fifteen minutes." 

The statement was phrased so casually  that I could not fathom an actual reaction. So I simply stood there, next to this man who I could not understand with an unreadable look on my face.

" I'm not hungry, I already told you that." Five times if I recalled correctly. I looked up at him, unaware of where I got the courage from. Perhaps it was the anger he arose in me. No one could rile me up like him that's for sure.