I woke up feeling someone pressed up against me, an arm over my waist and our feet a tangled mess. Following the hand to the face of the person, I was now looking at a sleeping Layla.

I couldn't help but admire her as she slept. She was the first woman that I have ever shared a bed with. I never allowed any other woman to sleep in my bed before, but here she was sound asleep.

She was different from the other girls I usually slept with. I might be holding her against her will, but I was sure that she wasn't sleeping with me for my money or...