His Rebel

• Betrayed •

Layla's POV

After Sinn left my room I just stayed here trying to convince myself that it was just my ego that has been hurt and it has nothing to do with my heart whatsoever

And it's valid, ones ego hearing another person want to be only in a professional relationship would hurt even though it's you who wanted it.

But the problem with this theory is I know myself, and I would've been more than happy to hear someone is on the same page with me even on matters like this. I'd rather someone be honest with me.

So then what does this unsettling feeling in my heart means? It just couldn't be that I wanted to have more than a professional relationship with him.

Cause I can control my sexual desires, I have been able to till now and it wouldn't have been a problem. Even though Sinn Phoenix is one of a kind and I've never in my life seen a man as gorgeous as him, I would've been able to control myself. Right?

But taking into account my actions from that night at the Astor mansion, it wasn't like me at all. This fucking man even fazed me.

It's all making sense to me now, what my actions were. I can't believe this. What the fuck was I thinking.

Even though Sinn Phoenix is an irresistible man, I get it, shouldn't you have some common sense in you and keep your distance from him?

Didn't you know already what consequences your actions would have and it'll make things hard and awkward for you?

I can't even tell anyone they'd just be disappointed and tell me how impulsive I am like they do every time and even call me a whore like how everyone else I've met thinks of me when they see me.

I don't give a fuck about them, but does Sinn also think about me that way.

Now, why would you care whatever he thinks of you?

Concentrate Layla, and focus on the mission you're about to go on. I ranted to myself trying to discipline my messed-up thoughts and feelings.

You set your boundaries with Sinn just because you don't want to regret anything.

You came here for a purpose, you need to prove your father wrong and save your mother. But instead of proving him wrong, you're proving him right.

"You're nothing but a whore, just like the rest of the women."

My father's words rang in my head making me jerk my eyes open and shake his words out of my thought process.

I can't afford for his words to make a mess of my head like, he always used to, right now.

"Focus Layla, focus," I muttered to myself restless trying to get rid of the memory of that day, from when I was 16, as it clouded my thoughts.

"Your mother is a whore, and now you proved me right by being one yourself. How many guys did you fuck other than him?"

We were all in the living room as my father took out his frustration on me after finding out about Seth.

It's only been 2 months since I started going out with him. Seth seemed like a nice guy he approached me and I didn't find a reason why to not agree on going out with him.

"Don't call mom that! You know she's only ever loved you even if you don't deserve her."

I don't know where I got the confidence to say that but lately, I've been more courageous and am calling out my father whenever he tries to use his filthy mouth.

"I've been noticing, you've been getting braver since you started fucking that guy." He started snickering and I tried to contain my anger.

I'm not even going to waste my energy and correct him that I didn't sleep with Seth but he wouldn't believe me so it's no use.