Chapter 21
Layla’s POV
As the euphoric fog of the orgasm began to recede, reality crashed down on me with a terrifying, crushing weight.
What the actual f**k did I just do?
The slick, warm sensation of his c*m slowly leaking out from my core and dripping onto my inner thighs was a brutal reminder of the absolute madness that had just occurred.
This was bad. Like, really, truly bad. I had just let my mother's fiancé bend me over and claim every single part of my plus-size body right inside his office building.
The guilt hit my stomach like a physical blow, making me feel slightly sick. This was the ultimate betrayal.
Beside me, the mattress shifted as Mateo reached over to the nightstand.
His phone was buzzing relentlessly again, and he casually picked it up, completely unbother
