#Chapter6

Layla’s POV

"Excuse me?" I asked turning around.

Standing before me was your typical blonde. She wore clothes so tight and short, that it could have been mistaken for her underwear. Her fake boobs were spilling out of the crop top she wore, that look like it was two times smaller than her size. Her makeup was caked to her face, making her look way older than she appear to be.

"What are you doing in Emilio's room?" she asked with a suspicious look on face.

I just stood there unmoving, unable to form any words. What was I doing in his room?

"Are you dumb?" she asked with...