Fight for Me
Jealous?

A/N: This chapter contains some sexual content

Layla’s POV

Gosh. I actually fell asleep in the theater room.

But can you blame me? These couches are a heaven sent from fluff town. I’m actually considering staying here, but I need to get up. It’s late and I have an ‘early’ morning, so I should get to bed.

As I walk upstairs, I notice how dark and quiet it is. Everyone must have already gone to bed. I’m just glad I’m barefoot, so I don’t have to wake any of these sensitive ears up.

As I walk down one of the halls, just before I have to turn down another hall to get to my room, I see a light on in the other direction. I think it is Nick’s office.

Is he still up?

I tip toe in that direction just out of curiosity.

But the closer I get, the louder the sounds coming from the room get. It sounds like muffled slaps and grunts. In the back of my mind, I think I already know what’s going on. But my curious ass just has to see it for herself.

I peek a look through the slightly open door, and my eyes widen with the sight. All I see are naked bodies going at it on the floor. He’s like a wild animal, the way he mounts her from behind. And his particular blonde doesn’t seem to mind his rough grip on her hair. With her screams she’s definitely enjoying it.

I slowly back away from the door realizing the weird mix of emotions I’m feeling. I was actually getting turned on by that. And for a split second I actually wondered what it would be like if I was the woman in that room. I mean, you can’t blame me for thinking that. I have a right. This is after all the man that was supposed to be my mate.

I walked back down the hall and quietly sneak into my room. I release a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

I don’t know if I can stay here for a month. This pull I’m feeling towards him doesn’t seem to be going away either. In fact, I think it’s getting worse, -seeing that I just got turned on by seeing him hump another woman.

But my thoughts came crashing down remembering that he doesn’t want me and probably not in that way either. A man like him probably just sees me as a child. I know I’m young, and he’s probably in his mid/late twenties, but that doesn’t mean I’m not experienced.

Okay. Maybe I’m not experienced. But do I have to be, for me to be seen as a woman?

Why am I even having this discussion with myself? I should just think rationally about this. I was just admiring two gorgeous and god-like creatures screwing. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? It’s not like I’m jealous?

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