****Layla's POV****
I kept on thinking about what Carlos just told me. He isn't gay! What the f**k!
I thought he was gay when he touched me yesterday.
I thought he didn't feel anything because he was f*****g gay but now, I'm wrong.
I better find every way to avoid him since he's not who I thought he was. Slowly, I moved away from him, staring outside the window.
He noticed my movement and cleared his throat.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
"No, I'm not. If you're hungry, I'll make you something when we get home" I said, smiling weirdly. I was trying to avoid any more discussion.
"I want to eat at your former restaurant " he said.
"The heck! My boss and my former colleagues would have to serve me?" I asked.
"I said I was going to eat, not both of us" he qui
