LAYLA
A soft knock on the door woke me up the following morning. Groggy and so weak that even when I said.
"Come in." I wondered if the person outside heard me.
But then Del Morino entered wearing a white shirt which was messily rolled up showing his bulging muscles and tattoos that somehow managed to make him appear both menacing and sexy.
I groaned and looked away. The handsome devil wanted to make me drool over him.
"Good morning Layla." he said in a very smooth and normal voice." I wanted to give you a tour of the pack house today. You still haven't had a chance to see everything."
I paused for a second, still taking in everything that had happened since coming here.
He just said he was taking me on a tour.
This is different. It's so unlike him to be so nice or maybe he was
