All Chapters of Letter to Laura George: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Laura I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, my nerves buzzing with irritation as I waited for my client to come down from the hotel. The night was dragging on longer than I expected, and every minute that passed gnawed at my patience. When I picked her up earlier, she had a wedding ring on. Now, it was gone. Not my business. I needed the money, and she tipped well, so who was I to judge? But as the minutes stretched and she still hadn’t come down, my irritation morphed into something heavier. Shit. I had dinner plans with Adlan. He was probably already wondering where I was. I considered calling my client, but a sleek black car pulling up to the curb caught my attention. At first, I thought nothing of it, until I saw who stepped out. It was Adlan. What the fuck? And he looked pissed. I barely had time to react before he stalked toward my car, his powerful frame cutting through the night with intensity. He knocked on my window, his expression daring me to dis

LauraI was wrong. It was horrible.I had agreed to this café meet-up with Lara, thinking it would be a quick, harmless catch-up before I went back to work. A coffee, a little small talk, and then I’d be on my way. But I had underestimated just how self-absorbed she could be.We had been sitting here for nearly thirty minutes, yet we hadn’t even ordered. Each time the waiter approached, she shooed him away without so much as glancing at me. As if my time, my hunger, my preferences didn't matter. At least when Adlan and I went out, he made sure I ordered first. And I knew for a fact he was richer than her.“This has been fun, Lara, but I really have to go,” I said, already reaching for my bag, eager to escape this suffocating encounter.She pouted, her perfectly sculpted lips pursed in exaggerated disappointment. “Aww, come on! We haven’t even ordered yet and you still haven’t told me how you met your man.” She wiggled her brows, her curiosity relentless.I exhaled sharply, dropping my

LauraI hadn’t expected the question.It was sudden, unexpected, slipping from Adlan’s lips like an unguarded secret.“I want you to move in with me.”I froze. Had I heard him correctly?“What?”His grip tightened around my hand, his dark eyes pleading with me to understand the depth of what he was asking. “Move in with me, Laura. You’re practically living with me already. Let’s make it official.”My heart stuttered in my chest, a thousand thoughts colliding in my head. Out of all the things he could have said, this was what caught me off guard the most.I swallowed hard, glancing away. “I don’t know, Adlan. What if…what if we get tired of each other? What if…”His expression faltered, the brief flash of hurt making something twist in my chest.“You don’t have to answer now,” he murmured, voice softer, almost hesitant. “Just promise me you’ll think about it.”I nodded, but the weight of uncertainty sat heavy on my shoulders. “I’m sorry if this is going too slowly for you,” I whispered

LauraI blinked at his question, needing a moment to process it. “How is my son?” That wasn’t what I had expected at all.“He’s okay,” I answered, watching him closely.Josef nodded. “I’m happy to hear that. I know he doesn’t talk about me much.”I hummed in response, turning my gaze away. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Adlan didn’t talk about him at all and what did that say about him as a father?Then, the inevitable question came. “Why are you with my son?”Ah, there it was, the question I had been waiting for. After all, what was the point of dating a rich man if people didn’t ask you, the poor, undeserving girl, what you were doing with him?I furrowed my brows and met his stare head-on. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I actually like Adlan. I care about him.”The table fell into silence, thick with tension.Andrew arrived just then, setting Josef’s coffee down with a loud bang, the ceramic cup rattling against the saucer. I was surprised it didn’t spill.“Your

LauraThe doorbell rang, and I rose to answer it, already knowing who it would be. When I pulled the door open, Adlan stood there, bare-chested, clad only in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. My breath hitched as my gaze roamed over him, slowly taking in every sculpted inch of his body. Broad shoulders, defined abs, the deep V leading down into the waistband of his pants. I swallowed hard.I did not need this distraction.“How were you not arrested on your way here?” I asked, stepping aside to let him in.He smirked, striding inside with the kind of confidence that made it clear he owned every space he stepped into. “I have my ways.”Of course, he did. The police probably took one look at him and let him pass, no questions asked and if it had been a female officer? She likely thanked him for his services to humanity.I shut the door and turned back to him, only to find myself instantly wrapped in his arms. Strong, warm, and undeniably secure. I melted against him before I could stop