Chapter 38

Layla’s POV

I feel his eyes on me as we entered the restaurant, the bright light and Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice in the background heightened my comfort in a matter of seconds. A waitress approaches us as we entered the room, her gaze filled with disbelief when she studies me, blatantly disapproving of my presence next to Logan. Even with all the glamour and expensive dress and make up, I still didn’t belong to his world. I’d always remain the simple, timid Layla Quinns no matter how much make up I wore.

“You know why she’s looking at you like that?” His whispered words travel down my spine, and I shiver the second his eyes meet mine, a playful but mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. “It’s because you look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

I almost stumble over my own feet at his words when we reach our table but Logan still had his hand firmly tucked in mine, steadying me before helping me into the chair. “Thank you.” I feel the heat in my cheeks before