Chapter 9
Layla’s POV
“Sweetie?”
My mom’s voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, completely muffled by the roaring in my ears.
All I could see was the man sitting right in front of me.
His jaw was tight, his dark eyes wide with the exact same shock that had paralyzed him in his office just hours ago.
Was today ever going to get any better?
“Snap out of it!” Mom tapped my shoulder, jarring me. I hadn't even realized she had walked up to the bottom of the stairs.
“Why are you looking as if you've just seen a ghost?” she asked, her eyes darting between me and the table.
“Layla… what the hell are you doing here?”
The voice came from the side, sharp and annoyed.
I finally broke eye contact with Mateo and realized I hadn't even acknowledged Wyatt’s presence.
Then, the
