[~Song Recommendation: The Scientist by Tyler Ward & This Feeling by The Chainsmokers~]
Layla didn't falter even after hearing his voice laced with concern for her. Her hands moved with deliberate slowness, peeling away her robe inch by inch until Michael held her hand when the robe revealed most of her cleavage.
"Wh-What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" He asserted, his eyes filled with concern bore into hers. But Layla didn't stop there and just snatched the robe away from her skin. Michael's eyes grew wide before he closed them and turned around abruptly.
"Layla! I don't know what you're trying to do, but I order to stop otherwise—"
"Otherwise what Master?" She asked so innocently, that it sounded rather seductive to his ears. Is she testing his patience? Is she running in the heat? No… this isn't happening. His Layla couldn't be as shameless as this. There's something wrong but all her thoughts paused when he felt her embracing him tightly from behind.
