Once Constantino pressed his finger to the door pad and tapped a couple of buttons on his lock, the door swung open, and I was hit with a s**t ton of nerves. Yet, instead of moving back like I usually did, I stepped into their penthouse and gulped.
It smelled just like her in here, the air doused in her rosy perfume.
“Laila,” Constantino called, his usual demanding voice calm now.
“In here!” Laila shouted from inside the home. “I’ve been waiting all day for you.”
He placed a hand on my lower back and guided me down the hallway, toward a back room. A soft moan drifted down the hall, and I swallowed hard, the heat gathering between my legs.
What will Laila do once she finds me here? Does she even know I am coming?
What will Laila do once she finds me here? Does she even know I am comin
