In Her Sleep

Loving You

"Did you like it?"

Simon's question startles Layla. They are back in the familiar bedroom that now feels more of a cage than anything else. Even though he made sure to maintain her taste, it feels as foreign as any new room she would find herself in.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She answers carefully, not wanting to tick him off in any way.

After the encounter with Caleb he had been extremely quiet. Their shopping had gone on quietly with him just barking instructions to the sales ladies. Layla was actually surprised that it went on at all. If it were up to her she would have preferred not doing any of it in the first place.

"His lips on you...did you like it?"
Simon comes closer and brushes her lips gently and she fights the urge to move away from him. He maybe so composed but Layla knows it's all a mask, because nothing about Caleb ever leaves him calm.

"N...N.."

"Don't dare lie to me." He hisses.
"And don't forget that I know you Layla dear." He tucks a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and she flinches.

"Let's try this again hmm?" He tilts her face and makes her look up at him.
"Did you like his lips on you?

"W...why does it matter?" She stutters, unsure of what her answer should be.

"Don't play with me Theresa. I'm not a patient man, in case you haven't observed that already." Simon smiles at her but deep in those eyes she can see his rage burning.

"Y...yes." She answers truthfully this time.

"More than you ever did mine?" His eyes drop to her lips. He's eyeing them hungrily and Layla panics. She searches her mind trying to figure out what her next answer should be.

"N...No." She tries to look away.

"I said don't lie to me!" He growls and she moves back in a swift motion but Simon catches her and pulls her back to himself.

"It's true. When you and I were..."

"Tsk...tsk...tsk... when did the sweet angel learn to lie so beautifully?" He cuts her mid sentence.

"I am not." She snaps but he just laughs in her face.

"See my dear, you never looked at me the way you did Young after he kissed you."

"Is he comparing now?" Her eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh yes. I did see that sparkle in those beautiful eyes of yours. The way your desire for him shamelessly poured out of you right in front of me. Your whole body was burning with desire for him, you couldn't care less that your fiancèe was right there in front of you." He wraps his hand around her waist and that sends her heart racing.
"Makes me a bit jealous of Young, that I'll admit." He scoffs.

"But then again I have our entire lives for me to make you look at me with that...intense love." He smiles almost painfully but that disappears as soon as it shows.

"And that starts now." He smiles smugly before leaning in.

"What are you doing?" A bolt of panic hits Layla again as Simon's face inches closer.

"Loving you." His now husky voice leaves Layla disgusted.

"I...I...This is not..." She tries to dodge his lips but the guy's hold on her grows stronger keeping her in place.

"Simon...I don't want..."

"What's the matter baby? Can't I kiss my own fiancèe now?"

"I love you, is that not enough for you?"
"What Layla? What does Young have that I don't?"
"I was there when you were just that scared little bunny peeking out of a hole and yet you think Young loves you more than I ever could?"