HEARTBREAK BEFORE VENICE : PART ONE
"You should just marry him already."
"What?" Layla raised her head from her phone, diverting her attention to Willow, who she had failed to register what she had said.
"I mean if he makes you grin like that, I do not see why he is not your hubby." Willow shot her a knowing look, wiggling her well drawn brows as she took a sip from her latte.
Layla blushed immensely, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger as she remembered how erotic and steamy the morning had been- the feeling was still a bit surreal, the details almost implausible, like a scripted porn film, she had went from collecting her remaining clothes and toiletries, to being beneath her father, gasping and moaning as he rammed his beautiful c**k into her
