You're late, Miss. Walter

9.

Layla rushed after Roland immediately. He was about to close the door but she held it and walked in.

“Wait!” She exclaimed when he wanted to drag her out.

“What is your problem? What do you want?” He asked in annoyance. He couldn't comprehend why his mother wouldn't let him be. Why was she bent on frustrating his life with things like this? He had told her countless times to quit setting up dates with ladies for him but she wouldn't listen. He wanted no one except that lady!

Layla bit her lip and placed her hand on his chest. “Why are you acting like this? We just met. We should at least get to know each other.” She drew invisible circles on his chest.

Roland held her hand and yanked it away from his chest. If it was the way he was before, he would have smacked his lips on hers and fucked her senseless, but he wasn't that kind of person anymore. He had changed and the person responsible for that change was who he wanted.

“Don't you dare lay your skinny hands on me again. Get out!”