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"Sorry for coming back so late," Layla said as soon as the car door opened.

Davian stood holding open the door with a stoic look on his face. "It's almost time for dinner."

"I didn't realize so much time had passed," she pouted as she stepped out. "I just haven't seen Rosa in so long—"

She gasped as he closed the door with a loud thud and pulled her into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and took a deep breath of her scent.

"You didn't text me," he scolded.

"I did," she mumbled against his chest.

She had told him when they got to the shopping mall and had told him she would be eating lunch in a cafe. She had also mentioned that she was going to Rosa's apartment to drop her off and she might be a little late.

"Your last message was that you'll be a little late. You sent that at one pm. It is sunset."

"I am sorry," she replied.

There was no point arguing; he had clearly been worried. What she should be doing now was assuring him that she was fine.

He sighed loudly and reluctantly let her go. "I am glad you got home safely."

"Your men are quite reliable," she praised.

"I would have done a better job," he said as he led her into the mansion.

"I know," she said with a giggle.

Daniel bowed as he walked past them with several bags. They were more things than she had intended to buy but Rosa kept insisting she couldn't be cheap.

She said it was an insult to Alpha Davian. People would think his mate had no class. She knew Rosa was just saying it to help her not think about the money too much but now she was wondering if people thought she had no class.

"Do you think I have no class?" she suddenly asked as they got closer to the dining room.

Davian frowned and looked down at her. "Where is that coming from?"

Shit!

She had instinctively asked what she was thinking about. She forced out a laugh, "I was just thinking out loud."

Davian's frown deepened. "Okay but if you are asking me, my answer is no."

Layla jerked her head at him. "You think I have no class?" she asked in horror.

"What? How did you arrive at that conclusion? No, I don't think you have no class."

"Is that just what you think or the general consensus?"

"Wait, what? Where is this coming from?"

She shook her head and grinned at him. Then grabbed his arm and leaned into him. "Let's eat."

Dinner went by quickly and as usual, Leonardo's food was delicious as always. By the time dinner was over, she could already feel the effects of running around all day.

She had stifled a yawn multiple times and Davian even asked her at some point if she was tired.

After dinner was over, Layla didn't even bother to pretend she wasn't tired. She leaned all her weight on him as they walked to their bedroom.

When they walked into the room, she gave up walking by herself and was completely leaning on Davian.

"Would you like me to help you shower?"

“You don’t have to—" She asked but couldn't complete her sentence as she yawned loudly.

"You are so tired you can barely stand," he replied, holding her to his body.

"It is just a shower. I can't ask you to do that."

"You are not asking; I am offering."

He lifted her chin so she could look at him and he kissed her hard. Layla blushed to her toes.

"Well, if you mean it like that," she whispered, looking away from him to her feet.

"Nothing about what you're thinking. I only meant a simple shower," he teased.

"Davian," she cried, feeling embarrassed.

However, the feeling didn't last as he swept her off her feet and ran towards the bathroom as she cried his name.

By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, she was wide awake with a goofy smile on her face and blush on her cheeks.

He stepped out of the bathroom after her with a towel around his waist and dried hair. She had blow-dried his hair for him.

He watched her put on her nightdress before they got into bed together. She scooted closer to him, resting her head on his chest.

It was ideal to sleep this way; he was warm and kept her warm throughout the night. She also enjoyed the feel of his skin against hers and had been sleeping like this ever since.

"Did you have fun?" He asked, running a finger down her back.

"Yeah," she replied, closing her eyes as he caressed her.

"What kind of dress did you buy?"

Her eyes flew open and she kissed the side of his face. "It's a secret surprise."

"When you say it like that," his hand trailed down her back and grabbed her bum.

"Davian, we just did it in the bathroom."

"Did we?"

"Yes," she giggled. "What about you? How was your day?"

"Boring," he sighed but didn't take his hand off her ass.

"That bad?"

"Anything without you is always boring."

"Davian," she blushed and buried her face on his chest. "Oh, I told Rosa and she said she would attend."

Davian narrowed his eyes. She was someone else who was important to Layla. "She doesn't like me."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Really?" He looked at her with a raised brow.

"Well, I wouldn't say she doesn't like you but she just hasn't forgotten what happened earlier. I have assured her it is nothing like that now. That things are different."

"Oh, what exactly did you say?" he said and grabbed her hand.

"W-well, I told her the mark isn't just for show and you consider me your mate." She didn't like how unsteady her voice sounded.

"Go on," he whispered and kissed the back of her hand.

"T-that's all. Is there anything else I am missing?"

"Yes. Do you not consider me your mate?"

She blushed harder and tried to pull her hand from his grip. "You know I do."

"I don't. I have never heard you say so and last I checked, you're the only one walking around with my mark. If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't want to mark me."

"I do," she gasped out; it felt like her heart was about to explode.

"Really?" he muttered in sheer excitement. His scent was stronger and she could feel his erection.

"Of course, I want to mark you." Her face was hot as she said those words and buried it deeper into his chest.

"Layla," his raspy voice called as he kissed the top of her head. "Would it be too much to ask you to do it now?"

Her eyes flew open and she forced herself to slowly lift her head. His gray eyes were dilated as they stared hard at her.

He cradled the side of her face and kissed her while the hand on her butt pressed her down against his erection.

She gasped against him and kissed him back, feeling his excitement rub against her. She was really about to mark him.