Chapter 48

Layla’s POV

I’d gotten used to watching the TV even though there wasn’t much to be seen. I could only watch the fashion shows or celebrity lifestyle reality shows. Or some of the cartoons. As the time passed, I realized I was more into the books stacked in my shelf than the TV shows.

I still couldn’t get past the beautiful breakfasts and dinners I had with Logan. It was heart stopping and every time it crossed my mind, which was every time, I found myself blushing hard and smiling alone like an idiot. And I couldn’t be blamed. This was the first time a man shows me sweet gestures like this. I’m bound to be overly impressed.

I found myself slowly wanting to impress him. Whenever he was coming home, I’d make sure to shower again and put on something beautiful. It reminded me of how I’d dressed up to school, adding mascaras to my already long lashes just to impress Emma.

But this was different. I could feel it. This is Logan. He’s the mafia man who kidnap