Suddenly, the door barged open and a man in black suit entered the book cafe. Both Layla and Ruby turned their gazes to the door.
"You can't enter the shop since it's closed. Did you not check the banner outside?" Ruby told the man.
"I am here for Madam Layla," the man said in a deep voice.
"? Why? Who are you?" Layla questioned him as she rose to her feet. "Don't tell that Lucius has sent you here," she asserted.
"Please follow ," the man said.
"I'm not going anywhere. Tell your master that he can't make work according to his will," Layla asserted.
"Really, Layla?" Lucius's deep husky reached her ears. The man stepped aside, giving the way for Lucius to get in. "I thought I owned you," he proclaid, closing the distance between them and holding her chin firmly.
Layla blinked rapidly. She wanted to say NO right away, but words didn't co out of her mouth. She just peered into his deep, ocean-blue eyes, getting lost in them.
"Let's leave," Lucius said and the next mont he carried Layla in a bridal style.
Ruby covered her mouth with her both hands with wide eyes. Lucius wasn't an old man, but a perfect definition of handso man with so charms which could bring won on her knees in front of him.
"Let go, Lucius. I'm at my friend's place," Layla said as she pressed her hands on his chest.
"I have no intention to let you go," Lucius announced and he dashed out of the book cafe while Layla wriggled in his arms.
He threw her inside the car while hovering his body over her. "Don't make tie your hands and feet," he said and moved her legs down to the car's mat. The sa man closed the door from inside before entering the passenger's seat.
"You could have t your friend tomorrow, but you chose to rush here and even threatened my driver with your life. I couldn't even focus on the task I was supposed to finish. How are you going to pay for that?" Lucius's threatening voice caused Layla to gulp hard.
"I rely ca here to see Ruby. What's wrong with that? It's not like I t so guy," Layla remarked and bit her tongue realizing what she just said.
Lucius's facial expressions turned darker. "A guy? Huh? Don't even think of that. I may make you kill him with your hands," he stated with an intimidating tone.
Layla pushed him away. "I'm not like that. It was a slip of tongue," she asserted. "At least, you should have let talk to Ruby. She's my best friend. I wanted to speak to her," she stated. She didn't wish to argue with Lucius after seeing the gun on the seat earlier.
"Tomorrow, you can do that," Lucius said.
"Why not now?" Layla asked.
"Because your husband needs you now. Your friend said quite endearing words for . That I use won as pleasure toys. So, I think it's the ti I should do what I couldn't do last night, Baby," Lucius said with a smirk.
Her eyes widened to hear him. "You heard our conversation. How?"
"I've ears, Layla," Lucius replied and scoffed at her. "You two were talking quite loudly about this old man. Do you think I look that old?" His lips curled up into a smirk.
"Ruby didn't an that. It's just a misunderstanding," Layla tried explaining herself.
Lucius cocked his sharp eyebrow at her. "I don't think so, Layla. You said you wouldn't care if I let another woman on my bed. You don't love and you want to use for your revenge, to burn them who humiliated you all your life," he pronounced while emphasizing on the word all.
"I-I didn't an that," Layla stuttered and bit her bottom lip as she got nervous under his predatory gaze.
"Don't lie, Layla. I heard each and every word very clearly," Lucius said as he leaned toward her. His thumb traced her wet lips which she licked a mont ago.
'No! No! Don't kiss now. Two n are seated before us. How could he be so shaless?'
"Well, I love being shaless," Lucius pronounced as if he read her thoughts.
"How did you—" the words ceased in her mouth and she yanked his hand away before turning her head.
"Your facial expressions said that," Lucius replied. He pulled her in his direction, right on his lap, her back pressing his chest while his face buried in the crook of her neck, causing her to gasp.
"What do you think of this position, Layla? You should not have let the rumors spread about your husband," Lucius said.
"Let go. You are making feel awkward." She narrowly gazed at him and noticed the grin across his lips.
"You are no fun, Layla." Lucius left the grip around her belly and leaned back on his seat while keeping his gaze fixated on hers.
Layla prayed in her head to reach the mansion soon. She could feel his gaze upon her as if it's looking directly into her soul.
Finally, they arrived at the mansion. Layla didn't wait to step out and quickly exited the car. Lucius exited from his side and glanced at Layla, who ran inside.
"Boss, it seems your wife is scared of you. At the sa ti, she wants to use you," the man in black attire said.
"Roger, it's going to be a fun ga. I have not played for such a long ti. Make sure you clear those dirty rumors about . Also, bring the one to who spread such rumors about ," Lucius commanded before walking inside the mansion.
Stopping in the living room, he saw Layla seated on the couch's center.
"Why did you send the proposal to my father? I know it's not because I'm Layla Rosenzweig. The reason is sothing deeper," she said.
"Well, you are right," Lucius stated, still smiling at her.
"Tell the real reason," Layla demanded, not letting her gaze waver from him.
"And what will you do for if I tell you the reason?" Lucius slowly walked to her and this ti he stopped right in front of her. His hand held her chin up to make her look at him.
"What do you want to do?" Layla questioned.
Lucius leaned down and whispered in her ear, turning her face pale.
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