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Layla
I’ve lost all energy to move Payne from my lap. We put Via to sleep and he’s been so great with Vance the three weeks I was filming that I rewarded him with a movie night. Now the credits are rolling and he’s asleep on my lap.
The time on the cable box glows in the dark room. Eleven at night and no text or contact from Vance since he left for dinner. Chicago is two hours ahead, which means it’s one o’clock in the morning.
My insecurities wreak havoc on my mind. He could be writing in his hotel room, but Jagger doesn’t seem like the type who would let him hole up in his room. And there’s the fact Leo joined them, which really means it’s more of a guys’ trip. Strip clubs. Lap dances. Visions of tabloid photos of sleazy strippers on Carver’s lap slam into the forefront of my mind
