Chapter 39
Layla’s POV
Audrey’s eyes narrowed into suspicious little slits as she stepped closer, leaning over my shoulder with a sharp, probing look.
“You literally just said, ‘Daddy will be so annoyed.’ Layla, who the hell is Daddy? Since when do you call anyone that?”
My pulse hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My mind raced frantically, trying to erase the mental image of Mateo gripping my throat, locking me in iron handcuffs, and commanding me to beg for his d**k.
A hot, treacherous pulse throbbed right between my sore thighs just remembering the way his deep voice growled babygirl against my ear.
“I—I meant my dad!my stepdad” I blurted out, waving my hands dismissively, though the fiery blush spreading down my chest completely betrayed me.
“You know how strict he
