Lyla's POV
I all but choked on the drink I took to keep my mouth busy when this man who honestly terrified me asked me to work for him, but even more shocking was Maxten's comment. I don't work. I do work. I've always worked. He reminded me so much of the men that my father would deal with. Honestly, they all did, but I knew that Maxten was safe and always would be. His coworkers or friends were safe as well, but this man just gave me a vibe that I wasn't comfortable with.
"If she doesn't work, then she would be perfect for the job. I will pay for the party and also pay her."
"I said NO," Maxten growled at him, and the man just laughed a little. He was doing it on purpose. I could see that, but Maxten couldn't.
"Calm down. I was kidding, but if she wanted to do it, I would let he
