Michael finally reached back to the mansion, and it was close to dawn. Gliding up the stairs and getting rid of his suit, he took a quick shower. He had been feeling really tired since the day in the office had been too hectic, and later, the attack only added to his burden.
Just in the night, he had hired the best men to repair his broken porch and fountain. When he got inside the cover, on the bed, he smiled, seeing Layla's flimsy nightgown. She was wearing nothing underneath; maybe she was waiting for him eagerly.
The thought of marrying her fluttered in his heart. He could do it anytime she wanted, but it was not about that; he wanted her to be a little more mature and successful because after marrying, she wouldn't get much time, considering he was going to make a ton of babies with her.
"Michael…" Layla stirred awake in her sleep and felt the familiar sensation, his scent, and his touch; it soothed her heart.
