Chapter 117

"I will."

"Good," Davian replied and had to stop himself from biting her ear.

What was he doing? He had to get a hold of himself. They were having a heart-to-heart conversation and all he could think about was undoing her lingerie.

She smelled so nice and to make matters worse, this position was terrible. She was practically sitting on his lap but he didn't want to let her go.

"Yeah," she replied.

He pulled his face from the cradle of her neck. He couldn't let himself get distracted. "Want to watch a movie then?"

Something to help him take his mind off how hot she looked and how nicely she smelled. He felt his dick stir and he suppressed his urges.

"Before then, I'd like to ask about something. How long have you known about my debt?"

He stiffened for a second. They had never spoken about it and Nolan had announced that he knew.

"Does it bother you that I knew and did nothing about it? I hate that Nolan beat me to it."

She shook her head. She was actually glad that Nolan was the one who paid. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle it as easily as she was now if he had paid.

"No, I am just wondering how long you've known."

"Since I knew your name," he said with a sigh. "I didn't bring it up because you didn't and I already have enough creepy on my record."

Layla threw her head back and laughed. The top of her head brushed against the side of his neck but when she was done laughing, she didn't pull away.

"I don't like the fact that it is funny to you."

"It's fine, I'm not angry you did a background check on me. You're the Mafia, it's what you do."

"I don't like the way you said that."

She smirked. "What else did you find out?"

He closed his eyes briefly; he didn't want to lie to her. "I also found out your mother is the reason you ended up with such a huge debt and you've spent the past few years paying it off even after your father's death."

"Whoa!" She cried and placed her arms on top of his. "There is practically nothing about me you don't know."

"Does that bother you?"

"Only because I know nothing about you," she said with a pout. "I doubt I'll be able to find anything like you did."

"There isn't much to talk about. I took over from my grandfather. My father died when I was pretty young. There was a shooting."

"I am so sorry."

"Don't be. It was a long time ago and I barely remember. However, mother never really recovered and she was sickly for a long time after his death. She passed away when I turned eighteen and took over the business from Grandpa. It was like she was waiting to make sure I would be alright."

"I am so sorry," she said again and gently caressed his arm.

"Thank you."

"Do you miss her?"

He shrugged. "I do think she is better off with her husband. She only hung on for so long because of me."

"I see," she whispered.

He sounded lonely. Or was that what she wanted to hear? Her father was dead and her mother was practically dead too. They had no one but each other and the baby.

Ha! What am I thinking?

"If you're curious about what she looks like, I can show you pictures tomorrow."

"Of your mother?" She asked with wide eyes and spun so she could see his face.

"Of course," he smiled.

Too close.

If she leaned any closer they would kiss. She quickly turned away and rested her head back on his shoulders.

"I'd love that."

Layla sighed. How was she supposed to put up any fight? He kept getting rid of all her uncertainties.

He just told her about his family and she knew this was not information he told just anyone. He was even going to show her pictures.

She couldn't keep lying to herself. She couldn't see herself walking away when this was all over.

They mean everything to me!

His words echoed in her ears. Should she trust him completely? It was not something she was used to.

"Do you have a movie you want to watch?"

She frowned, wondering why he was so insistent on the movie. However, she took a deep breath to calm down. As she had found, she tended to jump to conclusions that were far from what he meant.

"One more thing," she cut in, twisting her body so she could look at his face.

His expression faltered for a moment then he nodded. "Go on."

Layla hesitated for a moment wondering if she should even bring it up but she knew it would continually bother her.

"What was Doctor Winifred hiding?"

“Hiding?”

She peered at him. His expression gave nothing away but her hunch was never wrong.

"The last conversation. Why did she say that?"

Davian felt his left eye twitch. As much as he didn’t want to talk about it, he had a feeling that pretending he didn’t know what she meant was not the right choice.

She clearly had a lot of things to talk about and he knew this conversation was going to determine whether she would fully trust him or not.

"Suppressants," he said with a soft sigh. "I recently got more."

"Oh," she replied and turned away from him as her face burned.

"She must have assumed…" he let the words trail; he couldn't bring himself to complete the sentence.

"I see," she replied and wrapped her arms tighter around herself.

Her eyes were wide as her face burned hotter and hotter. Why didn't she think of that? Now, she made the situation awkward.

She was the one who said they couldn't have sex in the first place. He was taking the right precautions and here she was complaining.

"Anything else you're curious about?" He asked and leaned forward, brushing the side of his face against hers.

Layla almost swatted him away. His scent was all over her again. It was easy to pretend not to notice but now that she had brought up the topic, her mind was drifting.

“She said we could have sex.”