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She shrugged. “She always does it.”

“That’s not true. You did the report on the civil war and got a C,” Layla corrected her. How did she know more about Eve’s grades than I did?

“Oh, I did too! I was wrong, I do some of it,” Eve smiled at me, knowing very well she was in trouble. “So, you two hungry? I bet after last night you would have to be.”

“EVE!” I yelled at her, while Layla laughed.

“God, Tyson. Loosen up. Eve is only joking. I think she knows what to say to get a rise out of you.” Layla’s hand went over mine which was on her stomach. “I’m sure Tyson is. But I need to get going.”

“But Mum will want to meet the first woman Tyson has brought home,” Eve said. She was right, too.

“I’m sure I will be one of the many.”

“You won’t be.” I pulled her back to me, causing her to fall into my side as I wrapped an arm around her. She didn’t fight me; instead, she curled into me, like she had been doing all night, her head on my chest. Now this would be perfect if my sister wasn’t in the room. “Eve, fuck off.”

“But I want to talk to Layla.” She started to whine, he voice going up a level, which normally gave me a headache so I’d give in to whatever she wanted.

But I wasn’t going to give in this time. She wasn’t the only one that wanted to talk to Layla. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to get her gasping again. I couldn’t do either with Eve in the room.

“I have to go, Eve. I’m sorry.” Layla went to pull away from me but I pulled her back.

“Nah, you are spending the day with me.” I kept my arm around her.

“I can’t. Dad will be thinking you kidnapped me or something.”

“Call him and tell him you are spending the day with me.”

“Yeah, cause me spending the day with the sergeant of arms for a mother charter doesn’t set off any warning bells.” She glanced up at me with a smile. “I have to go home.” She kissed my chest, right over my tattoo.

“Well, do you want to come back for family dinner?” Eve piped up. I liked that idea.

“Yeah, come back for tea,” I added.

She pushed herself away from me and sat up. “Isn’t a family dinner for, you know, family?” She looked between us.

“You are Tyson’s girlfriend. I would class you as family. Hell, you are the only girl that got him to open his room to them.” Eve started jumping to conclusions. Layla and I weren’t a couple. Only because I knew she didn’t want to be.

She said she didn’t do relationships or strings. I looked at her. I was going to let her correct Eve, because I sure as fuck didn’t want to. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I’d never had a girlfriend before. Women, sure. I had women. Maybe even regulars but I never put a label on them.

“I don’t do relationships,” Layla shrugged. “You know that, Eve. Tatz is always bugging me about it.”

My head snapped at her. “Did you just say Tatz?”

She turned to look back at me, nodding her head. “Yeah, he is the reason I don’t do them.”

“So one guy fucks you over and wipes off the rest of us?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Sounds like that.” She didn’t do relationships because one man had treated her badly. Tatz was a dick of a person. No wonder she thought all blokes weren’t worth her time.

“I’ve never been hurt by Tatz. He just wants to be in a relationship with me. But as I told him, and you, I don’t do relationships.”

“Why?” Eve asked a very fucking good question. One I was going to ask. “Tyson isn’t like any other guy.” Thank you, Eve, for pointing that out.

“I don’t do relationships, I don’t do love and I don’t do strings. So far, no man has hurt me. So why would I risk that now?” Layla looked at Eve. “I’m around men every day that remind me what men are really like. Cheaters, wife beaters and alcoholics. Men are good for sex and that’s it.”

The saddest part of what she all said was I used to see women as only good for sex. Till I met her.

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