Layla’s POV
“Take care and lock the door inside, okay?” Liam said. We were standing out of my house right now, as he came to drop me off. “Go inside now, you are already drunk and living alone.” He said waiting for me to go lock the door.
“Okay, but can you come back to stay with me. You know, I am not feeling well and if you will stay I’ll feel good.” I said holding his hand pretending to be drunk.
“No, Layla. I already had told you before having s*x that we won’t be anything more than that. Still, I agreed to come tonight to the club with you out of courtesy. So, don’t expect anything more from me you get nothing except hurt.” He said firmly sounding complete serious, making my blood boil.
“Yeah, I know but we can be friends at least right?” I asked trying to calm myself down. Bei
