Sweetly Tempted. Part 9

Layla's POV

When morning rolls around and he still hasn't emerged from his room, I decide to take matters into my own hands. If he wants to lock himself away from me, I'll be a little brat. I’ll push him if that’s what it takes. If getting him angry is the only way to get his hands on me, that's what I'll do.

I rifle through my bags and smile when I find what I'm looking for. I put on the tiny scraps of fabric. Jay is not going to be okay with me going out looking like this, no matter that it's a bikini and entirely appropriate for the beach.

I flounce out of my room, letting the door fall shut heavily. I don't stomp through the house, but I allow my footsteps to fall harder than they usually do. Heading into the kitchen, I take my time pouring a glass of orange juice. I open and close a few drawers and cabinets, letting them fall shut instead of gently closing them. I want to make my presence known without being too obvious.

It's Saturday, a