chapter 9

Ryan's POV

It's fashion week in New York and the clothes are to die for. Layla was looking out the window as we drove past shops and boutiques. The look in her eyes made me more confident in my decision to bring her along. She looked like a kid in a candy store. She had to dress like my bodyguard for security purposes. We were not yet ready to announce our relationship, so it worked.

The first thing we did after getting to our hotel suit was to asses her fighting skill, since she would have to fight for real like a bodyguard. I taught her everything in my book and she was a fast learner. In two days flat she was qualified to be in the royal army no questions asked. I made sure she could fight with her eyes closed before I could start investigating the breach to our system. Her last test was to fight my bodyguards and she even did it with a blindfold on and she won. I was bursting with pride. She also fought me. We fought for five straight hours with no loosing or winning. I wasn'