Chapter 49

Layla.

After our splendid moment at the lake house, Dante and I got our freshly laundered clothes, put it on and drove back home. The ride back was silent as were both lost in our thoughts but I eventually broke it. I glanced at Dante while he was driving, noting his pursed lips and tightened grip on the steering wheel before clearing my throat to speak.

"Did you hate it?" I blurted out and watched as Dante glanced at me, a brow raised as he didn't quite get what I said.

"What did you say?" He asked as he turned his attention back to the road. I looked down at my fingers before speaking up again, my voice barely audible.

"I asked if you hated what happened earlier." I repeated, my voice clearer. Dante thinned his lips but didn't say anything.

"What about you? Did you like it?" He asked instead and I stared at him in surprise, my heart skipping a beat at the question. "You didn't seem uncomfortable having two men around and fucking." He added as he drove and I was forced to think abou