“I’m surprised he didn’t lock you in your room,” Sutton giggled, taking a sip of her martini. “I thought you were going to give the poor guy an aneurysm.”
Belle couldn’t help but laugh, Sutton wasn’t wrong. When Layke realised her plans for the evening, she thought he was going to have a heart attack right there in her bedroom, which would have been a massive shame considering they still had so much between them to explore.
She’d been trying to get dressed and Layke had been badgering on about how they didn’t need to leave to have a drink, they could have one at home. This was after she banned him and the men from coming with them. After all, it was girls night. When that reasoning didn’t work, every time she zipped up her dress, he consistently yanked the zipper back down so she couldn’
