Layla's POV
I sat on the terrace staring across the ocean view, still struggling to believe that Gabriel had done something like this, for me.
"Let's face it bestie, if they had left us in the middle of the night without a word, we'd have never spoken to them again." Freja hummed thoughtfully as she stretched lazily.
"I'd prefer to be able to reply with something smart, but you're right…we'd have cut them off completely." I snorted as she grinned wickedly.
"You know what it is though, don't you?"
"Do I want to know?" I sighed, bracing myself for whatever was going to spill out of her feral little mouth.
"The power of the p***y, bestie. That's what it is. Men only think with one of their brains. I swear the other one is just for decoration."
I almost spat my drink out
