Layla was descending down the grand staircase of the Specter Mansion when her vision fell on the gentleman standing at the foot of the staircase. Clad in a fine charcoal suit, it accentuated his strong build well. With his jet-black hair done in spikes, and his blue orbs looking at her with nothing but desire, he looked more like a Greek God.
"..." Layla sucked in a deep breath and suddenly her body started to feel warm; a tingling sensation settled in between her legs, and she knew what it meant. She cursed herself for always acting lusty about him, but she loved the fact that he so easily affected her.
"Where are the kids?" Once reaching down the stairs, she asked, averting her gaze. However, Michael couldn't remove his gaze from the fine piece of beauty present before him.
