For the Love of Layla : A dark psychological stalker romance by Moss Callie

Author:Moss, Callie [Moss, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

I don’t know exactly when I pass out. The entire car ride is vague at best. I think I can remember the jingle of Peaches’ collar as she hopped into the backseat.

What happened to getting a driver?

I groan as I struggle to open my eyes as Liam cradles me tightly to his chest. We’re at his house. Everything smells like him. A faint smile spreads across my face. It would be so easy to slip back into this life with this man.

I can’t. What he did to Mr. Danvers it was wrong, it doesn’t matter how noble his intentions were. I trusted him when he said he wouldn’t hurt him. He lied.

Will Liam even let me go after this? God, why do my arms and legs feel so heavy? I’m so tired. I lick my dry lips as he hums a song… it’s familiar. So familiar.

Liam?

Liam

I watch her as she settles back into sleep, knowing she’s out for good. I don’t want to sit her down. I want to hold her like this all night. Being with her only fueled an already raging fire inside me. I could see the hesitation in her eyes tonight, the fear. She was pulling away from me. That simply won’t do, I need Layla to snap so viscerally she can’t exist without my hand to hold. My arms to steady her.

That means I’ve got work to do.

She’s utterly lifeless as I strip the red dress off her smooth skin, taking extra care to touch her delicate curves as she lays there on my bed wrapped in the silk sheets. Using a warm rag to wipe away the makeup covering her beautiful, bruised skin.

She’s where she always should be, snuggled comfortably in my bed. Our bed.

I watch her closely, a bubble of panic rising in my chest as I lean in close to her mouth waiting for her to take another breath. When she does, I close my eyes and put my forehead against hers relieved beyond words. I wasn’t sure how many of her sleeping pills would render her entirely unresponsive. Sure, I could’ve used GHB but I wasn’t sure how it would react with her anxiety medication.

If she did die, I’d be close behind her and I don’t particularly feel like committing suicide, not when we’re so close to our happily ever after.

I smile, rubbing my hand over her stomach, imagining what it will look like swollen with my children. I’ve wanted her to get pregnant from the first moment I saw her. She’d be an amazing mother. For so many reasons it would take too long to list. The idea of something made from me growing inside her, tying us together in such a meaningful way, makes my heart thump painfully in my chest.

Granted, doing this is more of a failsafe if plan A doesn’t work out.

I want her to want me, to need me of her own free will, not out of obligation to our future children. Gently lifting her and slipping one of my white t-shirts over her head before I slip off her soaked underwear.

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