Chapter 25

Logan’s POV

Roughly, she pushed me back till my back hit the wall, plastering herself on me the next second, her hands roaming over my chest missionarily.

I lost all my self-restraint the next second, her heat pressing hard against my bulging pants. Grabbing hold of her hand, I maneuvered our position, pinning her against the wall.

I tried to move in to kiss her but stopped, every heat that’d rushed into my body a second ago seeping away.

I watched her and all I could think about was what it would feel like having Layla against this wall, half of her breasts exposed to me. Would she like if I touched her?

Pulling away, I walked towards the door. “This has been a misunderstanding. I have a woman waiting for me at home.”

And then I was gone like a buff of smoke.

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Layla’s POV

I woke up the third day with still no sight of Logan. At this point I was fully aware that he wasn’t anywhere near this ho