Around seven that same morning, Layla emerged from the shower, wrapped a fleecy towel around her nakedness, and wondered ruefully where her cases were. Their frantic charge to the bedroom the night before had left no time for such niceties as unpacking.Her face burned and she glanced in one of the many mirrors, angry and ashamed of herself because she was still acting out of character and letting her life go off the rails. One mistake did not need to lead to another, so why had she slept with Lucas again last night?Her waking up in bed alone in the silent apartment with her brain awash with unfamiliar thoughts of self-loathing had unnerved her. She had decided miserably that Lucas was bad for her.She crept out to the hall where her luggage still awaited her, and she was about to lift a case when she heard a sound from another room and stiffened uncertainly.‘Layla...is that you?’It was too late to retreat with any dignity, but the discovery that Lucas was still in the apartment an
Lucas shocked himself by wanting to shout back at her. He wanted her to do what he told her to do, which was, after all, what ninety-nine per cent of the people in his life invariably did. Consequently, he very rarely, if ever, raised his voice.He was proud of his self-control, but then he had always avoided emotional scenes, swiftly ditching women who specialized in them. Of course, he had been raised by the ultimate of scene-throwers: his mother, whom he recalled staging dramatic walkouts, outrageous suicide threats, and sobbing herself into hysterics.You have to have peace and quiet to continue your studies and decide what to do next. I’m trying not to interfere with that. If you weren’t pregnant, you wouldn’t be in this situation now. I only want what’s best for you and the baby.’And the easiest thing for you to give is money,’ Layla completed with reluctant comprehension, her troubled green eyes scanning the opulence of the furnishings and a view of the City of California that
Like an accident victim, Layla was frozen in place, her face as pale as milk, her eyes wide with consternation, and haunted by too many powerful reactions to enumerate. Layla was experiencing a wide range of emotions, including anger, mortification, guilt, and pain on multiple levels. Lucas had lied to her. Lucas had pretended to be single and unattached, and an engaged man on the brink of his wedding was anything but unattached. He had been engaged for three years. That was not a recent or casual commitment."If Lucas had told me he was engaged, this wouldn’t have happened because I would never have been with him in the first place," Layla framed with desperate dignity. I’m genuinely sorry that anything I have done has upset you and that this situation is affecting you as well, but there is no way I would accept money from you.’I’ve known Lucas all his life. He had a horrendous childhood and, because of that, he will never turn his back on his own child, "Beverly informed her griml
‘Beverly told me she’d come to see you.’ His beautiful, shapely lips compressed, a muscle pulling tight at the corner of his unsmiling mouth. "She shouldn’t have done that."Oh, I don’t know,’ Layla fielded in a tremulous drive that mortified her, frankly bemused by a relationship that crossed the expected boundaries. It was inconceivable to her that Beverly would’ve told Lucas she had been to see Layla. ‘Considering the way you’ve behaved, I thought she was remarkably restrained in what she had to say.’My relationship with Beverly is not as straightforward as you probably assume it is. Nor does what it entailed matter now because I broke off our engagement earlier today.’ Lucas studied her with screened intensity, expecting an immediate lessening of the tension in the atmosphere.Layla refused to react in any way because that announcement did not lessen her sense of betrayal in the slightest. She condemned him quietly and simply."Let’s move this out of the hall and talk like grown-
Lucas could literally feel himself freezing into an ice pillar while still wanting to strangle her into silence. Did he deserve such a character assassination? Well, so much for the winning power of a marriage proposal and a rich and powerful husband!But offended and infuriated as he was by Layla and the awareness that he had seriously underestimated her temper, he was more fixated on where she planned to go when she appeared to have neither money nor any suitable friends or family to live with. Recognizing that Layla needed to cool off before he could even hope to reason with her, he reached into his wallet to withdraw a card and extended it.I own the hotel. It’s small and discreet, and you only need to show the card at reception to be accommodated. My driver will take you there...In the grip of frantic thought and the blistering emotional turmoil that their encounter had provoked, Layla accepted the card. She had to go somewhere, and she had no place else to think. She wretchedly
It was a bittersweet moment for Layla, hearing herself described as part of the family for the very first time, but she was thoroughly disconcerted by the genuine apprehension she could see in Madison’s anxious face. "You’re seriously worried about that risk?"Of course I am. For the sake of your family, Mr Jack has a reputation for being tough, ruthless, and unforgiving, and I'm asking you to work things out with him.Layla realized why she was being temporarily promoted to family status and almost laughed. "Madison, Lucas hasn’t ever mentioned either you or Damian."Unimpressed, Madison curled her lip. ‘We looked after you when you were a child, Layla. Now I expect you to look after us and ensure that there is no reason for Lucas Jack to sack your uncle from his job or withdraw business from my legal firm. After all, it’s your fault that I was brusque with him. I know I offended him, but he arrived in the middle of a family crisis... Make sure he understands that.’Layla was astonis
I beg your pardon? "I think you heard me, Layla. If you do what I want and marry me, I will promise not to interfere with your uncle and aunt’s continuing employment.’Layla turned white before his shrewd, hard gaze. You can’t mean that, not that you would seriously threaten their livelihoods just because I’m not doing what you want?"I mean it," Lucas asserted with fierce emphasis. I’ve run out of patience. I want to marry you, and I want that child you’re carrying. So, think very carefully about what you decide to do next.’But that’s complete blackmail!’ Layla shot back at him, trembling like a leaf in shock and barely able to process what he was saying.I never pretended to be a knight on a white horse, Layla. You and that baby are mine, and the sooner you acknowledge that, the happier we will all be.’I don’t belong to anyone. Layla argued through gritted teeth, battling a terrifying sense of panic as hard as she could because Lucas had just trashed the faith she hadn’t known sh
Lucas studied Layla as she joined him for breakfast, her face blank, her eyes uninformative. He reckoned she would make a good poker player, and the challenge of that talent in a potential wife amused him. "Well?" he prompted grimly, still annoyed that she had forced him to wait for her answer.Layla sipped at her tea, wishing that Lucas didn’t look quite so amazing first thing in the morning when she felt washed out and weary. There he was with his dark golden eyes alive with potent leaping energy, his blue-black hair still damp from the shower and his hard jawline close shaven. He wore yet another one of those remarkably well-tailored suits that beautifully defined his lean, muscular build. I’ll say yes because you really haven’t given me a choice.’Lucas declared, steadily pouring himself a cup of fragrant coffee, determined not to react in any way to her surrender. People don’t always make the right choice. Sometimes they need a little push in the relevant direction.’"This was mo