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And it’s all because of Layla Hayes and her fucking new shampoo.
Chapter 15
Kellan
My eyelids flicker as a ray of morning sun hits my face. I open my eyes and sit up on my bed. A scent strikes my nostrils, and I sniff.
It’s Layla’s scent.
Yet, I can’t feel her presence.
I sigh, leaning back against my headboard. Layla must have left my room early in the morning.
I frown, trying to smell her scent again. I sniff the bedsheets on my left, where she slept. Indeed, it’s irritating, but at the same time, addicting. I close my eyes, allowing myself to be overwhelmed by it.
Now, it actually smells rather calming. How strange.
My eyes snap open as I realize what I just thought. I must be crazy.
I groan, getting off my bed. The fact that Layla’s presence still lingers around me although she’s not even here makes me angry.
I walk toward my bathroom and close the door behind me. Then I take my clothes off and step into the shower.
After heaving a long sigh, I turn on the water in maximum capacity. It then pours down harshly onto my body.
While I’m still fuming, I quickly wash my hair with my shampoo to forget Layla’s scent. I feel better after I do that.
I don’t know how long I have to stay with this girl, but I’m starting to wonder whether I can survive it or not. Jaxon is really getting on my nerves.
I don’t like to hear Layla’s voice.
I don’t like to smell her scent.
I hate her presence.
Goddammit, I can’t stand her.
I hate it when she asked to help me.
I hate her softness.
In short, I just hate Layla Hayes.
After I finish taking a shower, I wear my clothes and get ready for breakfast. Thankfully, this morning, Layla didn’t ask me what I wanted to eat or how I would like to have my breakfast. I can finally breathe.
I exit my room and head to the kitchen. The sound of people talking and chatting intensifies, but they stop short as soon as they see me.
I rarely go to the kitchen because I usually have my meal brought to my room, but when I do, I have a spot at a table no one dares to use.
I take a seat and wait. Regular Black Wings member won’t dare help me get my food because I won’t let anybody I don’t trust touch my food. Usually, someone will just go tell Stas to assist me.
Now, with Layla around, things have changed. She’s supposed to be the one taking care of me. But since she’snowhere to be found today, I expect Stas to come over.
“Kellan,” a familiar voice calls me.
My heart thuds. It’s Layla’s.
I thought that I escaped her, but it’s apparently not that easy.
