Trouble seems to always find Layla, but what will happen when she learns the man she thought would be her savior turns out to be the devil in disguise...
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Layla's POV
As we approached the party Stephanie and I downed a couple mini bottles of Patron before exiting the Uber. We stepped out of the car and all eyes were on us. This was something we were accustomed to. At times it made me wonder if Stephanie really valued our friendship or if she just loved the attention we got when we went places together. Regardless, she had never done anything to make me think otherwise, so I always just brushed it off. Tonight was different though, I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach warning me to keep my guard up.
We entered the doors to the Millennium Towers as I smiled politely at the doorman. Stephanie and I walked over to the elevators and entered along with a group of women who seemed to be just as excited as Steph to be attending this party. "What's with your friend?", one of the women asked Steph. "Nothing, she just dry" Steph said while giggling and pinching my cheeks. I quickly slapped her hand away and mouthed "not funny" as the elevator doors opened to the 25th floor.
I have to admit I was blown away by how lavish the party was. This place was really nice. Steph and I headed straight to the bar and grabbed some drinks. We moved around the party chatting with random people until this one guy caught Stephanie's eye. "Bitch that's Evan" she whispered while slapping my arm, nearly making me spill my drink. "And he is?" I asked. "Just one of the biggest ballers in the A girl, his money is long baby, and that ain't the only thing long he got." "He's alright" I replied as Stephanie gave me the "bitch please" look.
Steph spent most of the rest of the night shadowing Evan around the party. "Just go talk to him" I said, rolling my eyes. " I can't girl, I'm scared." "You, scared?" I laughed giving her the side eye. Stephanie was cool as hell, but she definitely had a reputation and it definitely wasn't for being scared. " I know, it ain't like me to be scared" she said fidgeting with her skirt. "It's just that whenever a girl approaches him that he doesn't like, he gets real disrespectful... and I ain't trying to get embarrassed." "Why would you want to holla at a nigga like that?" I asked turning up my nose. "Because he got money bitch!" Stephanie spat turning to look at me. "Ugh" I replied. "Oh shit, he's gone" Stephanie said scanning the room looking for Evan. "Fucking with you some bitch done snatched him up!" "Good" I scoffed walking away.
At this point I was definitely tipsy and tired of Stephanie's shit. I wandered around the party alone for another 3o minutes or so until I decided to look for the bathroom. The party consisted of several different condos on the hall. I decided to check another condo where there were less people so I wouldn't have to wait. I noticed one condo with the door cracked and the lights very dim. I peeked I side and discovered it was empty. "Perfect" I thought. Once I stepped inside I noticed a man with his back turned to me in the kitchen. "Excuse me" I called taking a step towards him. He turned around and I immediately noticed it was Evan. "What's good Ma?" He said eyeing me up and down. "I-I-I just wanted to use your bathroom" I stuttered. "Down the hall" he said as he motioned me in the right direction. I scurried down the hall where I found the restroom. It was really nice with marble everywhere. I tried to hurry as I didn't want to be in the apartment alone with him for too long. I washed my hands and made my way back towards the kitchen. "Bye" I whispered as I reached for the door knob. "Hold on shawty" he grinned before I could leave. "Have a drink with me." No thanks", I smiled, trying to keep the situation from becoming awkward. "So you just gone come in here and use a nigga shit and can't have one little drink?" He said while smiling and licking his lips. "Just one?" I questioned eyeing him. "That's all ma" he said looking me in the eyes. "Fine" I relinquished, walking towards the kitchen bar where I noticed two shots had already been poured. I grabbed the one closest to me and said "Cheers" as we both downed the brown liquor. I immediately turned toward the door to leave. Evan quickly made his way around the counter and stood between me and the door. "Chill shawty" he breathed, grabbing me by my waist. I tried to push him off, but he only tightened his grip. It was then I started to feel dizzy and out of control. I stumbled while pulling away from him and collapsed on the floor of the dimly lit room. I looked up at him terrified as he turned and locked the door. I noticed he used a key to lock the bottom lock. "Don't do this" I cried as he turned and walked towards me. He reached down and picked me up bridal style and carried me to his bedroom. "Shhh" he said, " don't make this harder than it has to be." I felt my body becoming more and more relaxed as my eyes filled with tears. "This can't be happening" I thought as the room began to spin. He laid me down on the bed and immediately went to work removing my dress and undergarments. I was frozen. I wanted to fight, to scream, to get away, but my body was paralyzed. I watched as he removed his clothing and leaned down hovering over me. That's when everything went black........
Author's Note What is happening to Layla?? 😳
All will be revealed in the next chapter! Please comment and let me know what you think!
