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And mine. Her dad and Gavin would beat my ass. They’re waiting for the perfect guy to come along and sweep her off her feet, ask her to marry him, settle down in small-town America, and raise 2.5 kids in a little house with a white picket fence.
That guy isn’t me and everyone knows it.
Chapter Fifteen
Layla
I lay my head against the cool metal doorframe and wait for the world to stop spinning.Lord, I shouldn’t drink this much.
After grabbing my cellphone out of my purse, I swipe it to Harbor’s name.
Me: Where are you?
Seconds later, she responds.
Harbor: The music was too loud, and you seemed to be hitting it off with Kameron, so I went to eat with Eliza Hawkens, at Ruby Paradise.
I groan. So much for help from my best friend.
Me: Not hitting it.
I giggle uncontrollably until I snort.
Me: Tapping it. Or anything else remotely sexual.
I sober and glare at my reflection in the mirror. I’m pretty. Aren’t I? I pirouette to the side and study my profile. I have curves in all the right places. So why am I a pariah to everyone but the psycho child molester back at the bar?
Harbor: That blows. You want me to come back?
Me: No. I’ll get a ride. Have fun.
Ruby Paradise is across town. If I wait for her, I’ll have to hang out with George. Gross. I’ll call a cab and get out of here. I can always get my car tomorrow.
“Layla.” Someone taps on the door to the bathroom, and my heart lodges in my throat. I hope, the fuck that isn’t George. I roll my eyes.
No, dumbass. It’s a woman.
Bang. Bang.Even though it is a multi-stalled bathroom, I wasn’t about to leave an opening for George to follow me, so I locked the main door.“Layla? Are you in there? George asked me to check on you.”
Oh, my God, I’ve got to get out of here.I stumble to the window and study it with my heart pounding in my chest. The paint is caked on and cracking. Please, don’t be nailed down. I twist the lock quietly to avoid whomever George sent to be my search party from hearing.
Snap.The loud sound causes me to cringe. Surely the music is noisy enough to drown my escape attempt. I push on the edge of the window, and it slides open smoothly to reveal a decent size hole to sneak out of. How many women have used this escape route? All of them, if they’re being hit on by George. I snort.
I lift my skirt to my knees and tuck it between my thighs. The last thing I want to do is get the fabric caught on something and lose the bottom half of my outfit. I use my arms to boost myself up to the opening. Thank God I’m on the bottom floor.
After I slip through and step on the other side, I swipe my hands together like I’m knocking the dust off. Crisis averted. Now to get a ride.
“Layla. You shouldn’t have done that.”
I screech and loop around toward the voice.George.His eyes flash with anger, causing my heart to lodge in my throat. I stand motionless like a deer staring into the headlights of a freight train. Which way do I move to avoid the impending crash?
“Tsk-tsk.” George swaggers forward and places his hands on either side of me, pressing me against the brick wall. “I don’t like cunts who play hard to get. What’re you trying to prove?”
“Nothing.” My voice catches as I say the word. “Get away–”
His hand slaps over my mouth. Not that it probably matters. The parking lot’s quiet, and we’re in a corner where there’re no lights.
With his other hand, he slides between my legs and yanks my skirt up to my thighs. I thrust forward, trying to get away from him, but he’s too big. “You won’t deny me this pretty pussy of yours. I’ll take it anyway. I like to hear the screams. They make my dick hard.”