Page 49 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
A grin tugs at my lips when my phone vibrates almost instantly with her reply.
Layla
I thought you were going to be here at 7. Am I wrong?
Chuckling, I type out amessage.
No. I’ll see you in ten minutes. I just wanted you to know I’ve been thinking of you.
Layla
I think the flowers you sent Tuesday, the chocolates yesterday and the wine you had delivered today do that well. Thank you again.
You’re welcome.
Layla
And I can’t wait to see you too.
A wide smile plasters across my face. I can’t help it. She makes me feel like myself, not the player everyone knows and I fucking love it.
Before pocketing my phone, I send a quick text to Chloe.
Just confirming you will all be there.
Chloe
Yes, Levi. I’ve got you covered.
Thank you.
I slip my phone in my pocket and grab the flowers and gift for Layla, along with my wallet and keys. Stepping outside, I glanceup and see my aunt and uncle eating dinner at the table in the backyard.
“Hey, Levi,” Uncle Steve says, nodding.
“Are you heading out now?” Aunt Miranda questions.
“Yes. I’m going to pick her up.”
She smiles. “We’ll be there soon. And Levi?” I arch my brow, waiting. “You’re doing a nice thing for her. I’m really proud of the man you are.”
“We’re both proud of you,” Uncle Steve emphasizes.
A lump forms in my throat. Coming from my aunt and uncle, their words, their conviction means so much more to me than it would be from my parents. Gulping, I rasp, “Thank you.”
My aunt stands, giving me a hug, I return. Stepping back, she insists, “You deserve to be happy, Levi and like we said from the start, Layla is a sweet woman.”
“Yeah, she’s incredible.”
“Let him go get his woman,” Uncle Steve says, smirking at my aunt. “We’ll see him soon.”
Her cheeks turn pink. Chuckling, I wave and stride towards the front of the house.
Slipping into my car, I make the short drive to Layla’s and park in her driveway. Climbing out, I grab the gifts, striding up the walkway. The front door swings open before I reach it, Gabe leaving.
“Going out?” Layla asks before noticing me. I take the moment to admire her beauty. Surprisingly, she’s wearing her hair down, hanging loose over her shoulders. Dressed in a silky, rust colored top with spaghetti straps and an intricate design along the scoop neck and dark blue jeans with rhinestones on the back pockets she looks gorgeous. Her casually sexy look goes straight to my cock.
“I’ve got a hot date,” he claims, smirking.
