Maxten's POV
I f****d up when I said that to her. I shouldn't have but I spoke without thinking. I followed her out of the club, and she was standing on the street crying.
"Lyla," I said, walking up to her. I had full intentions of apologizing to her. "I should."
"No, Maxten. Just don't OK. I don't want to see you again. You know, I actually felt guilty because your friends are helping me. I was going to apologize for that, but you just insinuated that I wanted to get raped. That I enjoyed it. You can go to hell."
I stood shocked as she yelled that at me and everyone that was out there turned their heads to stare at us. A woman came up to her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Honey, is this man bothering you?" she asked, glaring at me.
"No, I can handle him."
"Why do
