It was tempting.
Kyla had thought of this as well.
But Carlos, just his presence is enough to cause heat, yet since the day of the therapy, she hadn't set her eyes on him. He hadn't returned her call or text.
Was he that busy to even talk?
"Taylan is my friend, and I don't want to ruin that," Kyla replied, grabbing her bag. "We'll be late."
Chelsea threw her head back with a groan. "Yeah, let's go meet my f*****g soon-to-be dad that I might end up murdering."
"Chels!"
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As they drove to Mr. Benson's mansion, Kyla thought about what Chelsea said in the car and decided to reply to Taylan's messages, asking how her therapy went.
Kyla: It was fine.
Three dots bounced almost immediately as if he'd been waiting for her response.
Taylan: Found a solution?
Kyla: Not really? I thou
