Layla's POV

"He sent someone to deliver your phone personally?" Maya stared at me, eyes wide, like I had grown a second head. Then she glanced at the door again, lips parted in disbelief. "Girl... what the hell did you do to that man?"

My cheeks heated. I could feel the color crawling up my neck. I pulled my robe tighter around me and sank further into the couch like it could somehow eat me whole.

The phone sat on the table like a bomb waiting to go off. I hadn't touched it since the man ...