"Stop!" Dia's voice alerted Layla, as she turned her head, only to notice Dia was following them. Michael couldn't care less about Dia, as his hold remained tight over Layla's hand. He was not going to stop for anyone. Tugging at her hand, he makes her follow him upstairs.
"Dia leave! Why are you following me?" Layla remarked as she was panting by now.
"I don't like how Michael sir, is behaving with you, Layla miss," Dia stated.
By now, they had already reached upstairs. Layla ended up with Michael as she was unaware he had already halted before their room. She glanced up to meet his blue eyes; however, instead of love, they were filled with something more primal.
"Pl-Please, Michael… give me one minute." She uttered in a feeble tone, facing him when his hold remained tight over her hand. He grunted but offered her the time.
