Chapter 48
Layla’s POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of the black dress.
The fabric was incredible—a dark, shimmering material that caught the light with every move, clinging to every single curve of my hips, stomach, and heavy breasts like a second skin.
Mateo had had it delivered straight to the house shortly after our chaotic bath, right when my body was still trembling and sticky from the sheer amount of c*m we’d shared.
Stepping out into the hallway and heading downstairs earlier, I bumped into Wyatt near the top of the landing.
He paused, his eyes flicking down to the shimmering hem of the dress, before resting on the designer logo embroidered near the seam. A hesitant, forced, harsh scoff ripped from his throat.
“Going on a date?” he s
