Chapter 70 Claimed

• Jackson forced his eyes to open and immediately searched for Layla’s scent.
• But it wasn’t her scent that filled his nose. The sickly sweet smell was familiar and too close to him. Way too close.
• He turned his head to the source and found Dylan’s friend lying in bed next to him, looking down at him with that come-hither smile she’d had on her face when they had been introduced. The buttons of her shirt were undone so her breasts were showing. He'd been right about her intentions, after all.