Chapter 17

• Ayla POV
• “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just grab some wine and we can drink at your place?” I asked Nicola for the tenth time since leaving my parents flat.
• No matter how hard I tried to fight her on things, I always somehow seemed to cave in and do what she wanted, I think it’s because she is so domineering and dynamic, that I couldn’t really help but say yes to her. I squirm in the fake leather seat in the back of the taxi feeling underdressed, especially in comparison to Nicola. I hadn’t brought many of my clothes when I went back to Marcus’ flat, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible so I grabbed the first things my hands landed on and threw them into the bag but Nicola was a force to be reckoned with when she wanted something. I must admit she did have a way of making me feel good about myself, and she had managed to pull off making me look somewhat decent. She went through the few clothes I did have, picking out the nicest top which was a simple white top which wrapped around and fastened at the side with some brown buttons that ruched up making it look quite sexy especially when paired with the tight jeans Nicola had brought for me which made my derrière look curvy and her cute black ankle boots.