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Layla's pov
I let out a laugh as I took another bite of my food.
Erich grinned.
"A few more questions."
"You've already asked me like fifteen."
"It's my job!" I exclaimed and Erich laughed. I looked through my little black book which had all the questions, and smiled.
"Are you proud?"
"Proud of what?"
"The empire you've built?" I asked.
"Eh, I could have done more." He answered, and I sighed. I realized I had two more questions which I was absolutely dreading.
"Do you have anyone special at the moment?"
"As in a romantic relationship?" He asked, and I nodded. He chuckled.
"Yes, I do." He said and stared right into my eyes, making me shiver slightly. Tension grew as he took another sip of wine.
"May I ask who that is?"
"No." He answered, and I cracked a smile.
"Do you regret the trial?" I asked, and immediately Erich tensed, making me grow nervous.
"Y-You don't have to an-"
"Nope." He said, and my eyes widened.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I don't give a fuck, because if anything, that trial gave me power and gave me money." He said, and I exhaled.
"Okay." I whispered and turned off my camera which recorded our whole conversation. I closed my book, and quickly enough Erich grabbed my hand.
"I think you should come home with me tonight." He said, and I exhaled.
I didn't forget.
"May I say something?" I asked, and Erich nodded.
"I have zero fucking respect for you, Erich, and I'm only doing this for my career." I said, and Erich chuckled.
"Just wait until you come home with me."
"That isn't fucking happening." I said and the waiter came back, leaving the check in the middle of the table.
Erich snatched it, pulling out his credit card. The waiter quickly walked away.
"You're coming home with me tonight." He said, and I let out a laugh.
"No."
"Yes."
"Listen to me, babe, you're coming home with me tonight." He said, and I rolled my eyes. I stood up, throwing on my blazer.
"Go fuck yourself." I spat and began to get up, when Erich got up as well. He grabbed my waist, pulled me near me.
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