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"What are you doing?" Layla asked with a hitched breath as Nolan stood right in front of her.

What was he planning to do?

"Something new.." came his response in a dry and raspy voice.

"I have to leave, I have something to do.." she stammered making her way to leave but he held her back.

"What are you doing?" Layla asked in horror, his face held an evil smirk that scared the living hell out of her.

"Come here.." he tugged her wrist and the next thing, Nolan was already seated on the couch, Layla on his lap.

"What are you?" She asked horrified, wanting to stand up from his lap but he held her even tighter.

"Don't even think of moving an inch!" He warned and that seemed to have done the trick as Layla sat still unmoving.

Layla could feel the tension in the air as she sat in Nolan's lap. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their breathing. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her skin, and she had to fight the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny. Finally, he spoke