Chapter 64

Every bit of skin that she exposed had my blood flowing south, but I was determined to keep my hands off her, for a short while at least. She struggled to put on the dress but eventually she succeeded. Then she pulled it down and gasped a short gasp as she turned to me. 

" I can't wear this!" She complained as she looked down at herself and once again tried to pull the tight black dress lower on her thighs. 

" But you already are, " I countered. She shook her head and started to reach for the clothes she had just taken off, I took them, opened up the window and threw them out. She was left looking at me with wide eyes and her mouth open.

" Why would you do that?!" She demanded and I looked out at where the clothes now lay. Okay, perhaps that had been a bit too dramatic. Layla stayed speechless after that, I gestured to the shoes and asked her to put them on. But she refused, still too focused on looking down at herself in the tight dress that barely made its way to her mid thigh. It was shorter than anything she would ever wear in public. After realizing that constantly pulling it lower wasn't going to lengthen the material, she turned to me and asked me to drive back. I chuckled in amusement. 

" Back where? "

" To wherever you just threw my clothes!"

" I'm afraid I can't do that, "

" Then take me home. "

" Can't do that either. "

She thumped her fist on the dashboard and I pushed away my laughter, knowing it would only serve to make the situation worse. She was so irritable nowadays. Just one single wrong move and she was fuming with rage. Or perhaps that's actually how she was and she had never figured it out because she had never had anyone in her life to help her release all that inner anger. I was actually doing her a favor.

But I wondered how she would react when she discovered where I intended to take her, if that was reaction she was giving me for simply throwing out her clothes then she was soon going to be screaming bloody murder in my ears. 

I finally parked the car and before I got out I turned to her and took the shoes. Then I placed them in her lap and once more asked her to put them on.

" Either that or you'll be walking barefoot tonight, " I said. Then I unlocked my door and got out. Slowly walking around to her side to give her time to finish up doing what I said. But when I opened up the passenger door it was to find her seated with a defiant look on her face. 

" Sweetheart..." my tone was reprimanding, and a little impatient. She shot me a fierce look before taking the heels and throwing them on the ground next to me. I had not been expecting that. Wrapping her arms protectively around herself, she kept her eyes glued to the space Infront of her. I was actually enjoying her streak at rebellion, but we didn't have much time and I was hell-bent on getting her to visit my surprise destination. 

Picking up the shoes, I handed them over. 

" Put them on, "

" I'm afraid I can't do that, " she said in what was an imitation of my tone. Almost nailed the accent as well. Why was I finding the situation so fucking interesting? And who would have thought that this side of he actually existed. I was curious to know what other hidden characters she was going to showcase in the near future. Because the closer we got the more I learnt about her. 

" Oh I get it.. " I began, a smirk on my face. She asked me what I meant but I kept quiet. Then with my eyes focused on her lovely face I reached over and wrapped my hand around her ankle. She yelled and tried to get me to let go of her. They were shoes, I could put them on her myself.

" Let me guess, you're one of those girls who get all moody during your menses, " She grew stoic, her pretty eyes widening in shock and her face becoming all flushed suddenly. She swallowed and looked aside. Away from me. Didn't even fight me when I put the shoes on her and settled the clasp in place. Inwardly smiling, I reached for her chin and angled her to face me. She did so unwillingly, trying to seem as if she was resisting even though deep down she was aching for my touch. 

" Stop overthinking it, I know everything that happens in your little life, " I added and then moved aside for her to get off. She cleared her throat and tucked invincible strands behind her ear. Clearly uncomfortable. Then she slowly got off the car and I swung the door shut. Shifting to stand beside her, I naturally found myself reaching for her hand and holding it in mine. It was an unconscious act, and it wasn't until we had walked a few steps that I realized what I had done. I slowly looked down at our linked hands and I grew nervous all of a sudden. Not because I was holding hers, but rather because of how right it felt. We were walking on a rather quiet street, only a few people passed by. And with her free hand, Layla kept trying to adjust her dress. 

" Let it be, you look painfully sexy, " I commented and she scoffed and told me that was the last thing she wanted to look like. When we finally got to our destination, she suddenly looked at me like I had betrayed her and immediately shook her head. The long queue outside the entrance giving the place away. 

" Gabriel please, " she pleaded but I just flashed her my best grin and wrapped my hand around her waist. Threatening to drag her in if I had to. 

We were currently in 'Storm', my most preferred nightclub in that state. I led her last the long line of people and towards the entrance. The bouncer moved slightly aside and let us in, wishing us a good time. Layla looked like she was genuinely traumatized throughout the entire time. The second we got to the dance floor she stood still, unmoving as she looked around and noted the crowds of people engaging in all sorts of uncivilized activities without a care in the world. Her eyes unblinking as she looked from one place to the other. She didn't seem to appreciate the loud music either, I noted how her hands would go up every once in a while in an attempt to cover her ears. She looked at me and shook her head. The cutest pair of puppy dog eyes begging me to take her out of there. Knowing she had no other way home apart from me,and even if she did then she wouldn't have been able to walk around dressed like that. I steered her to the right and we walked towards a flight of stairs. Then I started to go up and she followed my every step until we got to the closed off VIP lounge that was, thank goodness, soundproof. It was like being in the club without actually being there. I had rented out the entire space for the night. As well as a bottle of whiskey which I was definitely not going to make Layla drink unless she wanted to. 

I gestured to the deep purple leather couch and asked Layla to take a sit. She looked less paler than she had been a while ago. I suppose she preferred the longe to being out there, admist countless swaying bodies of strangers, most of whom had made questionable life choices. Leaning against the couch, she reached down and took off the wedges I had just put on her. And when she realized I was staring at her, she told me her feet were starting to hurt. The salesgirl had told me they were the most comfortable, but I also had to remember the fact that Layla had spent the entire day in her feet, working tirelessly. 

One of the girls who worked there came by to ask whether there was anything else I needed, my answer was simple. 

I wanted privacy. Smiling a rather flirty smile, she nodded and then shot Layla a look before she told us to enjoy. Then she turned and walked out, adding more sway to her hips. And the second she had closed the door behind her, Layla spoke. 

" She thinks I'm a hooker, doesn't she?"

She sounded almost miserable, covering her face with her hands and groaning from the back of her throat. I took the controller from the table and dimmed the lights a bit. Then I put on some sensual music and slowly walked over to where she was seated. She grew nervous suddenly. her spine stiffening as she looked around her. I busied myself with pouring two glasses of the whiskey. Then I picked one glass and handed it to her.