Chapter 51 Layla
- Layla
- Ifeel almost as guilty as when my dad caught me searching his jeans for money. The only difference was that I was a teenager then so I could excuse my actions with my age. Setting Tristan up with the whiskey was low, even with what I was already doing. I tremble from a loud honk behind me and look in the rear mirror.
- “Great,” I hiss and throw my hands up, “Greg.”