Lyla's POV
I was failing fast at being mad at him. The way he treated me when he wasn't mad was so good. He cared for me and gave me affection, and it seemed like he truly cared about me and Kenzley, but when he was mad it was like I was invisible or an inconvenience and that I was just another notch on his belt.
I walked up the stairs and turned to go to my room, but his hand grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his room. "What are you doing?"
"You will sleep in my bed. You sleep better in there."
"Max, it's fine."
"No, it's not fine," he said, and didn't give me the option when he grabbed my waist and picked me up like I weighed nothing. He walked to his room and gently put me on the bed. "Don't f*****g move," he growled and walked straight to the closet.
He came back out h
