“I won’t ever trust you again.” She fails at sounding irritated. “You promised.”
“You’re officially deflowered, Star. Well... your lips are.”
For now.
“Are you done?” She crosses her arms, gracing me with a pointed stare even though her eyes sparkle with fulfilled dreams. “Can we go now?”
As I take the wheel, joining the traffic, I can't stop smirking. “How aboutthank you?”
“Thank you? What for? For invading my personal space? The tinnitus from all the horns? Or should I thank you for not keeping your promise?” She touches her lips with her index finger to check what changed.
“Stop sassing, or we won’t get far.Kissing keeps you happy and quiet.”
“So, you’ll keep kissing me if I keep talking back? We sure won’t get far.”
I oversteer, stopping the car by the curb. Layla bursts out laughing, the sound gentle, melodic, fucking hypnotizing. “Shut up, Star,” I mutter. “Shut up, or I won’t stop kissing you till dawn.”
She holds her breath, amusement tugging at the corner of her lips, but she doesn’t stay quiet long, giggling again when I drive away. I could listen to her for hours. It’d be best if she’d take turns laughing, hissing, and whimpering while I wring out an orgasm out of her.
She calms down a few blocks later, readjusts her dress, and brushes the long dark hair behind her ears. “Judging by the route, I’m guessing we’re not heading to Delta.”
“No. Why? Do you want to dance?”
A flashback takes me back to last night when she danced with Jake. She’s not like most girls her age I’ve come across. She didn’t writhe around the guy as if he were her pole. Her moves were soft, delicate, calm... I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. I have a hard time looking anywhere else when she’s close. To my surprise, I’m not staring at her ass or boobs.
That doll-like face is far more alluring. I’m doing my best to decipher Layla’s expressions, gestures, and the tone of her voice as if learning the meaning behind every frown and smile means I’ll be worthy of her.
“I wanted to hide from my nanny. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’re being followed. They probably wouldn’t have caught up with us if not for the quick kiss.”
“Quickkiss?” I grasp her thigh, spreading my fingers as they sink into the smooth skin. “Stop teasing. It doesn’t take me much to snap. If you ask nicely, we’ll lose them.”
She folds her arms, seemingly unaffected by my touch. I call bullshit. Her cheeks grow pinker by the second.
“I’d think you wouldn’t want Frank to know where you’re taking me.”
What the hell is wrong with me? Layla’s attractive—pretty face, petite, curvy body, decent boobs. She’s sexy, but that doesn’t mean shit because her personality is far more arousing—the sass, the talking back, the godawful attitude. I don’t care about Frank, but I don’t want Adam or Burly standing outside the gate all night long. I change lanes, break traffic regulations, and take shortcuts, but Adam stays on my tail as if I’m towing him.
“Why are you doing this?” Layla asks.
“Be precise, Star. What am I doing?”
She turns to face me. “Why did you find me tonight? If you hope you’ll get something out of this, think twice. I don’t know much about Frank’s work, and as I’ve already mentioned, I’m not the light of his life. He won’t trade me for North.”
My intentions are clear. I’m not hiding how Layla makes me feel, and I sure hope to get something out of this, although not what she thinks.
A few turns later, my patience runs dry. I press a few buttons on the touchscreen, calling my right-hand man.
“What’s up?” Spades asks, laidback but curious.
“You and Nate take the beauties and meet me on the corner of eighteenth and Ashland in ten minutes.”
A small commotion ensues in the background.
My entourage is in the VIP section at the club like every Saturday evening. We gather there for a few drinks and wind-down time after a busy week. Tonight’s not an exception... but it isexceptional. When Layla texted she won’t come over for a drink, I ordered my people to find her.
Ten minutes later, two Chargers identical to mine pull out from the side street once we reach the meeting point.
“Beauties?” Layla asks.