All Chapters of Letter to Laura George: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adlan I slid into the driver’s seat, but my eyes lingered on Laura. She sat beside me, watching me with something close to pride flickering in her gaze. It made me want to beat my chest like a damn caveman. “You okay?” she asked, her voice softer than usual. I scoffed. “You’re not allowed to ask me that until you’re better,” I replied. She needed to focus on herself for once, just for a little while. No worrying about her brother, no worrying about her father, and especially not worrying about me. For one damn night, I wanted her to breathe. I started the engine, but as I drove, my eyes kept flicking toward her. I wanted to gauge her emotions, to know what she was really feeling. Laura was an expert at keeping things bottled up, only letting me in through subtle shifts in her eyes or the occasional twitch of her lips. Right now, she was unreadable. “You’ll be okay. I promise,” I said, my jaw tightening. She turned to me, her face expressionless. “You can’t guarantee that. No

Laura I just got the shock of my life. One minute, I was expecting to deliver a simple pizza to some rich stranger, and the next? I was standing face-to-face with Adlan. My boyfriend. How did I not piece this together earlier? His place was in an exclusive, high-end neighborhood. Of course, he would be the one ordering from an expensive gourmet pizza place but none of that mattered right now. What mattered was that I was standing in his doorway, holding a damn pizza box, and I had absolutely no excuse for being here. “Laura?” His voice snapped me out of my circling thoughts. “What are you doing here?” My brain scrambled for an answer, anything that wouldn’t make me look suspicious. “I, uh…” I swallowed hard. “I saw the delivery guy coming up and… took it from him.” What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I lie? Why couldn’t I just tell him the truth? I didn’t know, but I prayed he wouldn’t see the sweat forming on my brow or the way my hands were gripping the box too tightly

Adlan Two days. It had been two long, agonizing days since I last saw Laura, and I hated every second of it. The fight still sat heavy in my chest. I wanted complete trust in our relationship, but it seemed we had none and maybe I had been wrong. The way her face had shattered when I asked if she was cheating... fuck, I hated myself for that but if she wasn't cheating, then what the hell was she hiding? I knew the risks of someone in my position falling in love. Women in my world saw power and wealth as currency, something to latch onto and never let go of. I had spent my life keeping them at a distance, always aware that the moment I lost everything, they would vanish without a trace but Laura? I didn't think she was like that. At least, I didn't until two days ago. "Sir, a lady is here to see you." I barely glanced up from my laptop. "I don't have any meetings scheduled today, Peggy." I responded. I was pretty sure I didn't have the patience to fend off any admirers today. I

Adlan I propped myself up on my elbows, gazing down at her. Laura lay beneath me, her skin flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her body trembling from the intensity of what we had just shared. She was breathtaking, raw, vulnerable, and utterly mine. I reached out, tracing my fingers along her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with emotion, and when she met my gaze, something in my chest tightened. "Are you okay?" My voice was hushed, a reverent whisper against the silence. She nodded, biting her lip, her fingers brushing over my arm. "More than okay..." I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before trailing down to the corner of her lips. I brushed my hand on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples gently, causing her to gasp. "Tell me what you want, mama," I murmured, my fingers tracing

Laura The last few days had been weird. Andrew, the new Andrew had practically attached himself to me since he started working here. At first, I found it a little amusing. He was this tall, ridiculously good-looking guy who followed me around like a lost puppy. Unlike the last Andrew, who made my life hell with his muggy-faced girlfriend, this one was polite but now? It was creeping me out. "Umm... Andrew. Could you take the order for table number seven?" "Sure." The moment he walked away, I let out a deep breath. "You okay?" Peter's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Over the past few days, he and I had grown closer. He wasn't as timid as he used to be, probably relieved that Kiara and the other Andrew were gone. "Yeah," I sighed, rubbing my temple. "After this shift, I'll tell him he doesn't need to follow me around anymore." Peter opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of the entrance bell cut him off. We both turned. My jaw dropped. Lara. What the hell was