Chapter 199 Drawing Energy
"Not touch at all? Layla, do you think that's? "Is it truly possible to abstain completely, Layla?" Samuel's voice, still held, was laced with a hint of desire and longing, the allure of his tone unmistakable.
Samuel'sHis large hand traced a slow path across Layla's back and moved slowly, with skillful touches, roaming over the curves, his skilled fingers exploring the contours of her hips.
"It's not about whether it's possible or not a question of possibility, Samuel, but about necessity," Layla grunted, struggling to press down Samuel's wrist behind her, trying to keep her protected, her efforts focused on restraining Samuel's wandering hand. She struggled to maintain a stern expression serious, yet she couldn't suppress a slight soft gasp that escaped her lips, her face still flushed, glowing with happiness and joy. "For the sake of the baby, you have to hold back, Samuel."
"No, to prevent the baby from feeling discomfort, we absolutely can't. Right, baby?" our child, you must show restraint.""Surely, for the comfort of our child, we mustn't abstain. Isn't that right, little one?" A wicked grin spread across Samuel's handsome face and broke into a wicked smile.
Layla truly found herself at her wits' end with Samuel, wanting to complain but not knowing where to turn. She was at a loss for how to handle Samuel's playful persistence. "I'm serious."
"I'm serious too," Samuel nodded, looking at Layla with a "sincere" Samuel."And I am equally serious," he replied, meeting her gaze. with a look of feigned sincerity. "Our baby likes it enjoys our closeness, doesn't he? You can't deny that, can you?"
Samuel's slender fingers brushed against Layla's lips, which tenderly gave way, yielding beneath his touch like plump ripe cherries. He stirred a surge, igniting the spark of desire within him once again.
. "Samuel... if you keepcontinue this up, I'll cryhave no choice but to shed tears for you to see."
"Okay, okaywitness.""Alright, alright, I'll stop scaring you."cease my teasing," Samuel chuckled, cradling the back of Layla's head and kissing planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I've been overly indulgent tonight. Being away a mere few days apart from you for just a few days, I find myself missing you terribly. Next time, I'll promise to be gentler."
next time.""But what if we're separated again, and then you get...?" Layla was still a bit afraid. Of course, it was...?" Layla's voice trailed off, her fear evident. Her concerns were more a mental worry; physically, psychological than physical; she enjoyed their intimacy. If it weren’t for her pregnancy, Laylashe would have given in to Samuel's advances without restraint.
hesitation."Once more at most, okay? But no seducing me," Samuel said.
negotiated. Layla gave Samuel a sullen, sulky look, feeling wronged and unjustly accused. "When have I ever seduced you?"
"You just happened to take a bath right when I came back. That's not convenient. I decided to bathe just as I returned home. Isn't that seduction?"
Layla found herself both amused and frustrated, exasperated. "Are you playing dumb, feigning ignorance now? How could you blame me? How would I know when you would return?"
"I don't care, you've seduced me. You little temptress."" Samuel teased, lightly tapping Layla's nose. "You tempt me every day, even now."
Layla's every glance, every move movement, every inch of herLayla's skin was a deadly potent poison to him, making causing him to sink deep, hopelessly enthralled.
Samuel sighed hoarsely, "I reallydeeper into a state of hopeless infatuation."I truly don't know how I got throughsurvived these past few days. ," Samuel sighed hoarsely. "Every minute, every second, my longing for you was insatiable."
SometimesAt times, Samuel's impulsesurges were too strongoverwhelming, but the fleeting pleasure he found on his own was nothing comparedin solitude paled in comparison to the joy he experienced with Layla; all he could do. His only respite was desperately takethe cold showers.
relief of a shower."I missed you too," Layla nestled inmurmured, nestling into the crook of Samuel's arm, her hand resting on his chest, yearning. She yearned to draw even closer, never to be separated from him again.
Layla prided herself on being independenther independence; she could handlewas capable of handling many things on her own, but. However, Samuel was her rock. Layla needed Samuel to be there, even if he did nothing, itanchor. His mere presence was enough to makesoothe her feel at ease.
."Staying at home isn't so bad..." Layla couldn't help but sigh.
sighed wistfully.Samuel, immediately sensing something was amissher change in mood, asked, "Is work not going well?"
proving to be difficult?""No, but in two months, I won't be able to go to work anymore."
continue working."Layla loved designing, but her personality perhaps wasn't well-suited for her work in design, but her introverted nature often clashed with the demands of social interaction. She could ignore public commentscriticism, but people often became more aggressive, slinging mud at her, pushingthe relentless onslaught of negativity had pushed her to the pointbrink of losing her job.
Though notshe wasn't physically tired, Layla felt mentally and emotionally exhausted.
"Uh huh. drained."I wish you could stop working now, but I respect your decision."
," Samuel admitted.He knew he was somewhatcould be overbearing at times, but it was within limits, and if it was about Layla, he was willingalways tried to accommodaterespect Layla's boundaries, especially when it came to her.
personal decisions.Layla was not hisa possession; she hadwas an individual with her independentown character and pursuitsaspirations, which madeonly added to her all the more unique.
allure."You're so good." to me," Layla said,murmured, her eyes closed, breathing as she breathed in the comforting scent of Samuel. Recharging herAs she drew energy, Layla felt from his presence, she could feel her strength gradually return toreturning, seeping into every corner of her weary body.
A soft, sweet smile played ongraced Layla's lips.
, a testament to her inner joy. She believedheld a firm belief that God had given herbestowed upon her the greatest gift - the best man in the world, and compared to that. In the grand scheme of her life, the setbacks she was currently facing now seemed insignificant.
to fade into insignificance. Love was a sweet nectar, a balm for all wounds, and she was certain that her work situation would get better.
improve. Layla believed and was fulla woman of faith, her heart brimming with hope.
TheAs the sun rose the next morning at the officeday, it was business as usual. Layla faced various at the office. Layla found herself facing a myriad of cold shoulders, treated as if she were a criminal hiding among the crowd.
But Layla didn'tin plain sight. Yet, she refused to let it affectdampen her good mood; the spirits. The happiness she had feltexperienced the previous day before keptstill lingered, keeping a radiant smile on her face.
""Good morning, Alice, good morning.," Layla greeted, placing a McDonald's breakfast, your - Alice's favorite." Layla placed the burger and coffee - next to Alice.
her. "I've already had breakfast, you take it."," Alice said, looking down.
responded, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Then have an extra portion."
," Layla offered."I don't want to, thank you."
," Alice replied curtly."Alice..."
Before Layla could continue, another voice cut in. "If Alice doesn't want it, just stop pushing her. You think you're so great, being the lead designer, that everyone has to listen to you, Layla."
"Exactly, Alice knows who she should be friends with. She doesn't want to be your friend anymore, Layla. Don't you get it?"
The words hung heavy in the air. Alice frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything.
remained silent."Gioanna, are you my superiorboss or something? ?" Layla retorted, her patience wearing thin. "Every little thing I do seems to need your commentary. If you're that bored, Gioanna, please just hurry up and finish your report and hand it to me."
Gioanna scoffed at Layla's words. "Whoa, Layla, trying to scare me with your big designer attitude!" Gioanna scoffed. "! When I joined the Holland Group as a designer, you were still figuring out where to intern. And now you're barking orders at me? Just so you know, I, Gioanna, am officially a Level-B designer, while you, Layla, are just an assistant."
"But on the Eilish Group project, I'm the lead designer; I'm in charge of scheduling and assignments. If you, Gioanna, don't follow directiondirections, it could jeopardize our entire project. I'll inform management and have them replace you."
"Replace me? Haha, that's hilarious. Odds are, you'll be replaced by the company before they even consider letting me go. You've tarnished our team's reputation and you have the gall to lecture others, accusing them of holding back the project? You've got some nerve."
"Whether or not I have nerve is none of your concern. I need to see your report by 11 A.M. today, Gioanna. I'm not covering for you anymore." With that, Layla ended the conversation and returned to her office.
"Shit! What a bitch!" Gioanna cursedmuttered a curse under her breath. "What if I just don't turn it in? What's Layla gonna do about it? She won't last the day, let alone replace me."
"You should write the report anyway. Even if they replace you, it still needs to get done."," Jane advised. "She's the lead designer right now. No sense in fighting a losing battle. She won't keep that smug grin for long."
Gioanna grumbled as she worked on the report and managed to submit it just in time.
"Let's go get lunch," Jane called out to Gioanna.
"Yeah, writing that report almost starved me to death. Making a designer do reports, that's just malicious."As Gioanna was about to grab her phone and wallet, Layla appeared, placing the report on Gioanna's desk. "This report is unusable, rewrite it," she commanded.
Gioanna was about to grab her phone and wallet.
"This report is unusable, rewrite it." Layla appeared, placing the report on Gioanna's desk.
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