SIN AND THE MIND OF THE DEVIL
Monday morning George was back at the office, a cumbersome load of work demanding his attention. Despite not being in the right frame of mind, he had to force himself out of bed and make it to the work premises on time. His responsibilities to Vincent Blackwood could not be put aside while he collects himself. He was lagging behind and deadlines were nearing, because she was all he could think about, she occupied his mind and distracted him from thinking about anything else but her.
Layla.
She had never managed to frustrate him so deeply, he had exhausted every trick in the book and would soon tire of spending every night dabbling over the magic spell, the phenomenon, the unimaginable wonder he must perform that would get her to crack. Tortu
