DRAKE

I ignored the sunlight that poured in through my large windows.

I lay sprawled on my velvet chaise and gazed at the ceiling's elaborate carvings letting my thoughts wander to things I'd prefer to forget.

Layla.

Her name evoked feelings I didn't want to confront like a whisper in my mind.

I hate that I had seen her with Del Morino.

Not that it mattered but the way she was, carrying herself with so much confidence and pride broke me in two.

Not that I was hoping she had been a slave or something, but I had wished I was the one who had given her that luxury she...