"Take me home," I tell him. "You are home my sweet love." "I'm not your love. I don't know you. Take me home." "I am afraid that I will be unable to do that Layla, this is your home now." he says, his voice flat. . . . . . Layla Monroe is focused on trying to secure her spot in the New York Philharmonic Orchestra when she starts receiving gifts from a secret admirer. She welcomes it, being both lonely and flattered. But one late night, she finds out her secret admirer's gifts come with a price. This is my first ever story! Sorry if there are grammar and format mistakes but I hope you enjoy!
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