Layla's POV

Ryan’s mouth opened again, but Maya cut him off with a sharp,

"Ah, ah, ah—don’t do it. Don’t even try it.” Maya hissed. “You dare show your face here?”. “After what you did? Nah. Not on my watch, you limp-dicked disgrace.”

He looked past her, his eyes landing on me, desperate and pathetic. “Layla, just give me five minutes. Please. I—I made a mistake.”

She moved again, shoving him with the flat of her hand against his chest. “You don’t get to want ...