Leila's POV
I didn't stop to think.
I just stormed out of Luca's office, the sting of his words still clawing at my chest like nails. His face had been so cold, so blank when I tried to break the ice, like I didn't matter. Like nothing mattered.
And then he said it. That he didn't care who I kissed. That he didn't care at all, as long as it didn't ruin his plans.
I'd expected anger. Jealousy. A spark of something human. But the emptiness, it cut deeper than I wanted to admit.
Before my brain could catch up, my fingers were already typing.
"Come to my place. I'll text you the address."
Philip replied almost immediately. "On my way."
I paced until the knock came, sharp and deliberate. I smoothed down my skirt, inhaled, and opened the door.
And there he was.
Philip filled the doorw
