Jeordie Draven
âWanna pick up pizza after the meeting?â Paul said as Layla struggled with her seat belt. âThat one place is open now. I donât know the name. Danteâs or something?â
Layla huffed, the seat belt finally stretching over her to the buckle.
âSure, yeah.â She nodded.
âIf you donât want to, just say so.â Paul swerved to miss a pothole.
Layla sighed. She didnât want to entertain his mean side.
âIâm saying itâs fine, Paul. You know I love pizza.â Layla smiled.
Paul remained silent for the duration of the drive.
He was so straight edge and stiff, but he hadnât been that way the entire time they had been together. It had only been in the last few years that he was turning away from who he was at one time.
âSo, Iâm going out with Gretchen this weekend,â Layla told him. âYou didnât have plans, did you?â
Paul shook his head. âStudying.â
Of course, she thought.
She knew he studied, but she knew heâd started attending frat parties and drinking more and hanging out with the sorority girls. It wouldnât have bothered her so much if Paulâs attitude hadnât changed on a daily basis.
Sheâd confronted him about it one day and approached the subject of talking to someone, but he laughed and told her he didnât need a shrink and drugs werenât his thingâall while he was downing shots of tequila to âtake the edge off.â
âI donât know why weâre even here. Weâre not farmers,â he said, pulling into the parking lot of the city hall. âThey can hold their own.â
Layla glared at him. Once a warrior for the good cause, now a man with nothing to fight for.
âWeâre their allies, Paul. Thatâs why weâre here,â she said, placing her hand on the door handle.
Paul grabbed her other arm and pulled her closer to him. âDonât forget who you belong to when weâre in there. I know all those guys look at you.â
She wiggled free. âWhat is wrong with you? Are you drunk?â
Layla glared at him until he got out of the car. Then there was that. The threats, the low-key inappropriate touching, the breaking of random items throughout their apartment.
She just figured he was stressed, but whenever she attempted to talk to him about it, he went into a rage.
Eventually, sheâd have to leave him and that scared her too. Paul was the first and only boyfriend sheâd ever had.
âWow,â she said, stepping into the building and looking around, âI didnât think that many people would be here.â
Paul nodded. âNice turnout.â
They made their way to a couple of empty seats as people filtered in. She knew a few of the farmers but hesitated to wave because of Paulâs presence.
She could feel his grip on her hand tighten, but she smiled, reassuring him that everything was all right.
Lucas stood in the back of the room and watched her. He already didnât like the punk ass sitting next to her. Heâd seen that guy around, and it shocked him that ole Hippie Chick was even involved with that asshat.
There was no way she knew what he was up to after hours.
He barely listened to the meeting after seeing them walk in. All he could do was picture Layla Potter back in his bedroom, tied up and ready to take his fat cock like a good girl. Damn, he needed to get laidâand soon.
Meeting adjourned, Lucas made sure to watch them leave, Laylaâs body begging for his attention. She didnât even notice when other men looked at her. She was a humble one.
***
âWell, Iâm glad theyâre going against the condos.â She sighed out her relief as Paul drove back to the pizza place. âI have to work tonight, but we can do brunch tomorrow before you go in?â
âNo, I have to leave early to help with the research project for Professor Diggs,â Paul told her.
Heâd changed his major to law after almost three years of majoring in environmental engineering.
Layla was going to graduate with her bachelorâs in social work and a minor in psychology by the end of the year. She worked as a clerk in the psychology department at their school.
âOh, well thatâs great! Iâm glad heâs taken a liking to you,â Layla said as they strolled into the restaurant.
âA liking?â Paul scoffed, his brown eyes blazing. âIâll be at the top of the class soon, Lay. He knows it.â
Layla smiled. Paul had become ridiculously full of himself the last few years as well. Nothing added up with him anymore.
She sat down as Paul excused himself to use the restroom and caught the eye of Lucas Foster. He didnât even hide his gaze as he sat there chowing on a bread stick.
She waved, but he didnât reciprocate the gesture.
Well, this is awkward, she thought, trying to look in every direction that wasnât his.
âWanna share a pizza?â Paul asked as he sat down, his brown hair slicked back now as if heâd groomed while in the back. âThe manager was saying their margherita pizza is good.â
âYeah, and I need a tea.â She stood up. âIâll be back.â
She left Paul to order and headed to the restroom. Lucas had finally stopped staring at her, and she was shocked to actually see him in public.
She thought sheâd seen him at the meeting, but the crowd was thick, and even though a six-foot-three hunk of muscle would stand out, he didnât.
And then she ran right into the wall of steel.
âOof!â was all that escaped her as she collided with this behemoth. Before she was pushed onto the floor, large, muscled arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
âWatch where youâre going, hippie,â he snarled, staring down at her.
She whipped her head up and pursed her lips. âThanksâŚâ Layla figured that was all, and heâd let her go by, but he didnât. Lucas held her there for a moment, their bodies more than flushâthey were practically on top of each other.
âC-can I go?â she whispered.
Lucas grinned and released his grip on her, stepping aside and waving her along.
Layla straightened up and, shakily, made her way back to the table.
âWhat took you so long?â Paul sneered.
âIââ Layla started, knowing if there wasnât a good enough reason for her to be gone so long, sheâd be in for trouble.
âShe dropped this and was scouring the carpet for it.â Lucas hovered over them, holding up an earring. âThis it?â
Layla touched her ears and she had indeed lost an earringâno doubt when Lucas had plowed into her.
âThank you,â she said, taking the item. Their fingers brushed each otherâs softly, and Lucas directed his attention to a nervous Paul.
âDonât I know you?â he asked him, smirking.
Paul wasnât from the area, so Layla was curious.
âNo,â Paul stated flatly.
Lucas leaned in. âI could have sworn you were at the titty club last week.â
Laylaâs mouth dropped. âWhere?â
âI was at my parentâs house. I donât know what this beefcake is talking about,â Paul said.
Lucas straightened up. âNah, guess it wasnât you. Youâre a pipsqueak.â
Layla frowned. âThank you for finding my earring,â she said as Lucas took the cue.
âYepâŚâ
She watched him walk away and could very well still feel his body against hers, smell his scent, see herself in his emerald eyes.
As if he felt her watching him, Lucas turned to see her staring, crimson patches appearing on her cheeks as her embarrassment sizzled.
What damage could a man like that do to me in bed? she thought to herself, before snapping out of her daydream.
Settle down, Layla, she meditated internally. ~Thereâs no room in your life for the crazy that is Lucas Foster.~