101. Her Boyfriend

Layla was still dazed when she walked out of the ensuite in Jackson’s room.

She had never really read up about schizophrenia because she’d been terrified that she would tick all the boxes. She’d had enough to worry about taking care of her sister. Maybe she should have read up on the first time the school counsellor had mentioned it.

Because she knew for a fact she was not the one who had initiated sex with Jackson.

She stopped when she saw the man himself lying on the bed with one arm behind his back and a drink in his hand, resting on his abs. Jackson’s gaze lowered to the towel she had wrapped around herself and flashed red before he looked back at her face.

It was funny how that didn’t scare her anymore.

“I’ve brought your bag in and unpacked,” he said.

She saw the suitcase Micah had given her to pack her clothes lying empty next to the dressing room.

“You might want to go and explain to your sister why you’ve moved into your employer’s bedroom. She’s not very pleased,” Jacks