Layla's POV:
'The trap I'd walked into suddenly felt more dangerous.' Two men lounged on the leather sofa, carbon copies of Leo down to their predatory smiles, their glasses raised in mock celebration of my arrival.
A man in a garish floral shirt and blazer lounged with a cigarette, his gaze predatory.
It was clear he cared a lot about his appearance, with thick makeup on his face.
But even the most expensive cosmetics couldn't hide his sleazy expression.
'These faces triggered a memory — the same pack of wolves circling the edges of photo shoots, all from the same talent agency, always hunting together. Now I understood why they seemed so familiar.'
'Leo had been just another face in their predatory pack back then, all of them blending into one hungry blur in my memory.'
That's why
