Chapter 105 Not Worth It
- Eight months.
- He had eight more months of this shit. At this rate, he would mark Layla before the month was out.
- Jackson leaned back in the seat and drank a sip of his beer as he looked out over the balcony. Breakfast hadn’t even been prepared yet, and he was already drinking. What he needed was sleep, but Layla’s scent was stopping that from happening.