Anton POV
Contemplating on calling Laila as I sat in my hotel room, staring out the window. The streets were crowded with people going about their daily business.
It’s been days now if not weeks since I’d spoken to Laila. The last time I saw her was her leaving with her boyfriend.
Maybe I went too far, maybe she’d still be with me if I hadn’t locked her up, twice at that.
Everything would have worked perfectly if her boyfriend didn’t ruin my plans but that was all in the past now. Needed to find a way to move past it and move forward.
Finally summoning the courage, I picked up my phone and dialed her number, my mind racing with expectations. Would she be relieved, excited, or angry to hear my voice after a long time?
Well, there was only one way to find out. Called her severally be
