Sold to the mafia boss

” I know…. the day Logan brought you here ,” Dani continued ” and I’m aware that you do not like it here ”

” How so?” I asked him, my eyes trying hard to analyze him.

” I stay close to this house and I know what’s going on around here, Layla. I know that you’re probably not happy but Logan isn’t a bad person. He’s good ”

” Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to learn to be happy with him. Logan is a complicated person. If you can play right by him, you’d enjoy his company”

” So you play right by him then? ” I said pointedly.

He shrugs casually, a small laugh breaking through his lips as I seemed to have caught him in his little glorious paint of his boss. I laughed a little too, taking another bite of my biscuit.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

” Why do you work for him? ” I asked him. He doesn’t hesitate before responding to my question. He told me about how Logan had picked him up after he stole some money from his bank account without him knowing immediately. About how he’d sponsored his only dying sister’s hospital bills and school bills too. It was understandable that he was much indebted to him.

I instantly felt comfortable talking with him. We shared a couple of things about our lives. I told him about why Logan brought me here which he already knew, told him about Maddy and in turn he told me some basic things about Logan. He went far to tell me that he didn’t have a particular woman in his life, Logan didn’t believe in committed relationships. That broke my heart to some extent. I guess I’d expected too much when I shouldn’t have even expected anything from him.

Unlike Logan, Dani was much better to talk to, to share things with. We bonded instantly, even though it was clear he kept his distance in some ways. I guess this explains how much I’ve actually missed speaking with anyone since the past few months.

We spent the night talking about all the things that I never knew I’d kept up in my chest since the beginning. Dani laughed and smiled when needed and I did too. At some point he didn’t feel like a stranger, he felt like a friend.

Logan’s P. O. V.

When I felt the cold lips against mine, something felt different, so different I had to flinch back. My head throbbed and I was tempted to hold it and shut my eyes for a while. But I couldn’t leave Layla.

By now my office button down has been tossed down on the floor, Layla’s half naked upper body wrapped around mine passionately. But there was just something different about her lips.

I rose up from her body abruptly, lying my weight on my arms and looked back at her face. I was drunk and I didn’t know if I could recognize her if I saw her. But I did recognize her. She wasn’t Layla. She was some strange woman whom I’d mistaken for my Layla. I flinched away from the bed and stood afar, watching this strange woman. My head and eyes hurt but I managed to squint at her.

“What the hell?” I heard her mutter angrily.

I was high as fuck and I needed her more than I could readily say right now but if it wasn’t Layla then I’m not about to sleep with any other woman. I was thirsty and it was for Layla alone.

I spot my suit on the floor and picked it up, finding my way out of the room I couldn’t remember walking into, anger bubbling inside me. If I stayed in there for another minute I was going to murder that girl. I hated her for tricking me into believing she was my Layla.

I managed to call my driver who picked me up. I rode the long mile home because I couldn’t wait until I saw Layla.

When the car pulled up, I stepped out with great urgency. I knew right now wasn’t the best moment to see her because I was drunk, high and sexually frustrated. I’d hate for me to force myself on her but I couldn’t stop my legs from taking the route to her room.

When her doors slid open, I’m met with a sleeping Layla. She’s laid sideways on her bed. I gently walked closer, scared of waking her up. I can feel the alcohol slowly clearing from my head as her image becomes clearer to me.

I stopped next to the bed to see her face properly. She’s dressed in a shiny purple night wear, with spaghetti straps on her bare shoulders, her hair spread across it. I gulped, as I realized that I was too tempted to feel her shoulders, lay against her back and pull off the straps off her shoulders. And kiss there.

And make love to her slowly.

I closed in and caressed her smooth face before I could stop myself. So soft and smooth. So delicate.

A smile escaped my lips as I watched the rhythmic movement of her chest, how she slept. It felt beautiful when you have absolutely nothing to worry about. And I knew Layla hated me, hated being locked up in this damn mansion, but she has escaped this reality now and is in a peaceful place.

I wanted that.

After a few minutes of admiring and holding myself from jumping on her on the bed, I walked out as fast as I could, coming across Dani waiting for me at the exit.

” How was she?” I asked him, my side turned to him.

“She’s…. good. she was really open to me, talked about a couple of things” a small grin crossed my lips. Yeah, I knew she would open up to you no doubt.

I nodded and attempted to leave but his words stopped me again.

“I think she really cares about you, Logan ”

My heart made a beat instantly. I didn’t know what exactly I’m supposed to feel and somehow, I knew it made me happy. Giving a corner lip smile to nobody exactly, I continued my walk till I was out of sight.