Chapter 11
Layla’s POV
What the actual f**k!?
I scrambled frantically, yanked the fabric of my gown back over my shoulder, and stuffed my heavy breast back into the dress.
Even covered, my swollen, aching n*****s poked prominently against the thin material.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
What would he even think of me now? Would he think I did that on purpose? Like I was actively trying to seduce my mother’s fiancé?
Fuck!
I didn’t dare move a single inch because I was beyond embarrassed and completely frozen.
Why did these humiliating, hyper-s****l things always happen whenever he was around?
“Ahem.” Mateo cleared his throat roughly, forcing his eyes away from my chest and looking toward the window.
His chest heaved as he let out a tight breath. “That night…” he paused,
