Chapter 115

What am I doing?

She was unhappy but it was no reason to treat Master Davian in this manner or even speak to him like she was doing. But she couldn't stop.

She walked briskly to the bedroom to try to get away from him but she could hear his steady footsteps behind her. She didn't dare glance back.

She finally reached the bedroom but she didn't feel any better. In fact, it was much worse; they were going to be in the room alone.

She stretched out her hand to open the door but he beat her to it and reached over her. His chest pressed against her back as he opened the door.

Layla felt her head spin. Why was he doing this to her? She could barely act properly. She jumped away from him as soon as the door opened.

"I will go take a shower," she said without looking back.

She couldn't explain how she was feeling; she was both angry and very tickled by his presence. What was wrong with her?

She spent longer than she needed just sitting in the tub after the shower. However, the longer time dragged on, the more suspicious it got.

She knew she couldn't stay in the tub for much longer. Master Davian was waiting to have his bath. She had already spent more than half an hour in the bathroom.

She sighed loudly and got out of the tub, dripping water onto the floor. She dried herself with the towel hanging off the wall and wrapped it around her chest. Then she dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.

She didn't tell him she was done before making her way to the walk-in closet. She had seen him sitting on the sofa with his phone in hand as she sneaked into the closet.

He must have heard the sound of the bathroom door as she stepped out. She didn't have to tell him but it was more that she didn't want to speak to him.

In the closet, she wore a deep red satin lingerie set that matched her flushed skin from the warm water. It came with a matching thong and cover.

The cover was longer than the inner. It stopped just above her knees while the inner barely covered her butt. She would have to keep the cover on the whole night.

She was in disbelief that she had packed it, let alone that she was wearing it tonight.

What are you doing?

It was the only one she hadn't worn, she lied to herself. It was also warmer to wear satin and the weather was also getting increasingly cold.

She argued in her head as she stepped out of the closet. So engrossed was she that she didn't see him until her face slammed into his wet chest.

"Alpha Davian," she cried and stepped back, horrified.

"Sorry," he was quick to apologize. "I was distracted with drying my hair and I…" his words trailed as his eyes locked on the front of her dress.

Layla frowned, wondering what was so distracting. She looked down to see the cover had come undone and the scanty lingerie was on full display.

She blushed hard and quickly covered herself as she ran to the bed. He was going to think she was trying to seduce him.

That's not it!

She was angry with him. Why would she suddenly want to seduce him? However, no matter how she looked at it, that was what it seemed like. Arthur might be right about her.

She lay on her side and covered herself to her shoulders. The only reason she didn't pull the covers over her head was because that would just be silly. But she was really tempted to dig a hole and bury herself.

She looked in his direction and he was gone. He must have gone into the dressing room. She shut her eyes and tried to shut her mind too.

She was just going to go to sleep. If she slept, she wouldn't have to deal with him or remember the embarrassing incident. How did today keep getting worse?

She winced as she heard his footsteps. He took longer than she had expected but she didn't dare open her eyes to peek. He walked to the bed and she felt his weight as he got in beside her.

"Are you that sleepy?" He softly asked.

Layla didn't mean to open her eyes but his voice sounded closer than it should be. If he was on his side of the bed, she shouldn't feel his breath on her neck.

She could make out his hair as she opened her eyes. Was he leaning over her? Her eyes widened and she turned slightly to see his face merely inches from hers.

His barely dried hair looked very slicked underneath her lamplight. His gray eyes looked clouded and his scent mixed with scented soap filled her nostrils.

He is going to make me pass away if he keeps doing this.

"I am," she said coldly.

Don't you dare show on your face that you're thinking about what his wet hair will feel like!

Layla knew she was infuriated with him but at the same time why was she behaving like a lovestruck teenager? Was it because they didn't spend as much time together today?

"Are you angry with me?"

"No," she said and turned her back to him again.

It wasn't technically a lie. Right now, she had forgotten all about her anger. All she could think about was how good he looked and smelled.

"You're lying," he said and spun her so she was lying on her back.

His face hovered over hers and Layla gripped the covers. If he leaned even slightly, they would kiss. It didn’t help that he was shirtless.

What is wrong with me?

Was it the events of today that had her thoughts all jumbled up? Why was she angry with him but at the same time she wanted to pounce on him?

"I am not," she replied and tried to roll away but he stopped her by placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.