LAYLA’S POV
I go still. I mean, Kudos to Colt, he does know how to be obnoxiously vile.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, Edward’s words surface: you were basically his unpaid maid, Layla. And now he’s standing here trying to rehire me with benefits.
Goddess, I hate that some ugly little part of me still wonders why this is all I am worth. It wants to know what’s so lacking in me that no one wants to love me. No one treats me like a person worthy of respect and affection.
My gaze drops to the ground and Colt misreads it instantly.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
My fingers slowly loosen around the envelopes.
I could kill him. That thought arrives so calmly it almost scares me.
Unfortunately, we are in a corridor and I’m pretty sure I suck
