WRITTEN TO BE HIS

All Mine.

[The next morning]

Layla slowly opened her eyes to the fresh sunlight coming through the sheer curtains, At first she thought she was in her bedroom...Until she tried to move her body and she couldn't as she felt something warm around her, She lifted her head slightly and the contents of the night before flooded to her memory

'I...I had sex...With a man I don't even know...Who's tewnty four fucking years old!' she panicked to herself as she looked up from his chest, She couldn't deny how handsome he really was; He looked almost like an greek statue sleeping peacefully under her; With his strong jawline and his naturally pinkish lips, She really wanted to kiss him right then, however; She snapped to reality and scrambled out of his grasp as he woke up. She started lookin for her clothing; Picking each piece from different places on the floor

"What are you doing Layla?" he asked half asleep as he watched her

"What does it look like?...Putting on my clothes" she snapped as she slipped her jeans on over her long legs

"Okay, Are you mad at me or something?" he asked as he pouted slightly...She could have died right then and there and she'd be fine with it, Because he looked and sounded like a little sulking child

"Last night was a huge mistake...Huge" she spoke as she sliced her arm through the distance between them, The truth was she wasn't mad at him at all, But she'd be damned if she would tell him that

"A mistake?...That's not how I remember it" he said putting his own clothes on

"Well it was" Layla said as she wrapped her arms around herself; Now completely dressed

"Explain how it was a mistake"
he said raising an eyebrow as he sat down right in front of her

"Well, First off. I'm sixte-" she was cut off by him

"You consented to me...More than consented actually" he stated calmly as he smirked

"It's still illeg-" she was cut off again

"I don't care" he shrugged as she rolled her eyes

"Stop interrupting me please" she said as she took a deep breath in

"You could lose your j-" he cut her off again

"Layla, I own my company and I'm careful with the things I do" he spoke turning on the tv, Layla was running out of points to her reasons

"I-I don't even like yo-" he snickered as he glanced at her

"Mm, That's kinda funny seeing as you were screaming for me last night" he looked at her with a boyish grin upon his face, She was ready to give up and just pounce on him...But she couldn't

"I should want guys my own-"

"But you don't...You want me" he said keeping his eyes on hers

"Stop fucking interrupting me Matthew!" she shouted, Feeling every bone in her body ready to claw at him like a cat. He slowly got up off of the sofa and looked at her like she was his last meal and he was going to swallow her whole, With each step he took towards her she backed up away from him as he continued his movements, Until her back hit the wall behind her, She was trapped as he leaned down to her ear
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aking her shiver with anticipation

"You say that you don't want this to happen again...That you don't want me, But you constantly make me lose my fucking mind with your little actions" he said right before he latched his mouth onto her neck, making her eyes widened
"Wh-" she yelped out as he nipped her neck,
She lulled her head back giving him better access to the area, He smirked as he gripped her waist
"See" was all he spoke never seizing his attack on her sensitive flesh

"I-I don't mean to... " she tried to push him away from her as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head

"I know you don't, But u can't expect me not to do anything about it" he smirked returning to his previous actions.
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ayla was so consumed by this man she met less then twenty-four hours ago,
The man that was inside of her just the night before, The man that had his burning lips latched to her neck like it was the only source to his life, The man that made her feel things she had never felt with anyone before, The man she knew almost nothing about, The man that needed a woman to love him, And as much as she wanted to be that woman, She was only sixteen and she couldn't be his. It saddened her beyond belief, But it was the truth.

She pushed him back slowly from her

"I...I can't do this with you" she said just above a whisper, Letting a tear fall from her face

"Why not honeysuckle?" he leaned his forehead against hers Wiping her tears away

"Because you need a woman, I'm sixteen, You're twenty four...We can't deny that Matthew" as she said those words her phone buzzed making her jump slightly, She slowly slid past him, Leaving him staring at the wall; Hurt and broken, And she knew he was... because she was too,
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he picked up her phone to see a text from her mom

Hey love, I stayed at Eric's last night😏 because it was pretty late when we left the restaurant. I tried calling you but I guess u were sleep. Be home soon ❤

'Thank God she didn't come home last night' Layla thought to herself as she turned around to find Matthew still standing in the same place. She wanted so badly to hug him tight and say she was sorry, She shook her head of those thoughts as he spoke up

"I want you to know that you're mine and no one else's Layla, You may be sixteen but I don't give a fuck" he said low and raspy,
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hen he put his shoes on and with a simple "See you later" he just...left, Leaving Layla wishing she could run after him as she watched him drive off in his black Silverado.