Novels by That Girl Laylay

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ALICIA ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞I woke up in pieces.MY body felt deeply sore, and hollowed out. The bed shifted beneath me as I stirred, silk sheets felt cool against my bare skin.I reached out.The warmth on the other side of the bed had already faded.He was gone. Again.I opened my eyes slowly. I saw it on the nightstand.A stack of cash. Neat, clean and crisp.Unspoken. Unavoidable.My stomach twisted so violently I nearly gagged.Payment. Again.She had done it for the money.But now, the truth felt like acid in my throat.I had sold myself.And worse—he didn’t know why.He didn’t know about the hospital. About the fight to keep mother breathing. About the choices that weren’t choices at all.And he could never know.Because we aren’t anything.We were just bodies in the dark.But why does it hurt?I sat up, clutching the sheets around me.My clothes were gone.Of course.My head dropped forward. A bitter laugh escaped my lips.I turned to see a box.Black and sleek. Insanely

The hospital turned to a war zone.Screams. Sirens. Nurses sprinting down the hall.The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with metal. Blood.A gurney rattled through the corridor, wheels screeching.Room 214. Code Blue. Get Dr. Monroe!I turned and froze at the sight of my mother.Limp. Pale. Covered in tubes and wires. Oxygen mask trembling with every shallow breath.“No—”I ran towards the ER.A nurse grabbed me. “Miss, you can’t—”“She’s my mother!” I screamed, trying to wrench free. “What’s happening to her?”Dr. Monroe appeared his face as hard as stone.“She’s crashing. We’re taking her into surgery. Now.”Alicia’s knees buckled. “Please… save her.”He nodded.No promises. Just cold urgency as the doors slammed shut behind him.U was left in the hallway. Alone. Useless. Shaking.Minutes became hours.Then finally—“My mom?” I asked a passing nurse, my voice was barely audible.“She’s inside,” the nurse said. “Dr. Monroe will speak with you soon.”I clutched my chest, gasping for a

“Let me make this clear…” He stepped closer.“It is either you take this off…” His hand curled into my blouse. “… Or I do it for you.”I wasn’t going to sleep with a stranger I just met few minutes ago.He waited.One, Two— and Snap.He grabbed my shirt, tearing it down the middle. Buttons flew across the room.I whimpered. I didn’t mean to — but it slipped out.His fingers locked under my chin forcing me to look at him.“You are not some virgin,” he growled. “So stop pretending.” ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞He was already in the middle of his peak, thrusting and slamming himself into her. She bit down on her fingers, stopping herself from moaning.He let out deep groan as he reached his peak.Finally.Clarity rushed to him like a floodlight. His eyes tore wide. The woman beneath him wasn’t who he thought she was.“Who the fuck are you?!” ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ALICIA∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞My eyes snapped open with a throbbing pain on my side. The last thing I remembered was him asking m

He looked down at my arm gripping Theodore’s. Red and bruised with a little cut. He lifted a brow before facing Theodore.“Are the both of you together?” Ethan asked.Wasn’t it fucking obvious, did he really have to make things awkward.Theodore’s arms wrapped tight around my waist.“Yes of course”‘Great! Now let’s say our goodbyes—’“She is…” ‘Oh Fuck! What the hell is he going to call me? His slut? His plaything? His ‘Little Red’?’ I dropped my head as the memories of how we came to this rushed to me.2 WEEKS AGO∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞THEODORE∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞"Theodore… harder. Fuck, don’t stop!"Veronica’s voice cracked the air, her legs locked around my waist, her nails dragged down my back like claws."God, yes! Just like that!"She praised and begged me, but I wasn’t listening.I thrust harder and faster chasing a spark that refused to ignite."Theodore, don’t stop! I’m right there, baby—"But it wasn’t working. Was I getting bored?I didn’t feel the rush. No thrill. No high. Her moans were back

THREE YEARS LATER“Who’s Theodore bringing tonight?” one of them asked, her voice sweet enough to draw everyone’s attention. Such a high class hypocrite.The event floor murmured with low conversations and delicate clinking of glasses, the only kind of music you could hear from a room filled with money-filled men and swollen egos.Vincent Winston, head of the Winston Empire stood in the center of it all, his presence commanding more respect than anyone else. But now he was in the middle of being pried on by them.“Such a shame about he and Veronica, you don’t find women of her class this days.” another one added.“He won’t show. And if he does it’ll be without an arm candy, no one swaps women overnight.” one of the middle aged women chimed with disappointment. Vincent preferred to keep his cool in the midst of prying rats like these ones, but this time they really scraped his patience thin. Then again, Theodore made it too easy, always giving these vultures something to chew on.He wa

The drink sat in front of me, untouched. The steam had stopped rising a while ago.I stared at the coffee window beside me, refusing to look across the table. I couldn’t. Her face made my stomach twist. Just seeing her sitting there felt like swallowing poison.I listened to the soft jazz playing in the cafe—nothing like the storm between us.She shifted in her seat again, fingers tearing what was left of the napkin she’d already shredded.“So… you’re not going to say anything?”My jaw tensed. I kept my eyes on the glass. “What exactly do you want me to say?”Silence.“I needed to tell you something in person,” she said. Her voice was too soft, too rehearsed. “I’m not here to make excuses. I just… I have to say it.”I finally looked at her. Locked on her. That pathetic face, those nervous fingers pressing the table’s edge like it could anchor her.“That day… the day Carmel died. I was at the house,” she said.My arms dropped from where they’d been folded tight across my chest.“But I