Chapter 38

• Ayla POV
• I wished I could stay asleep, locked in my dreams with Callan, his strong hands running across my body making my skin sizzle from his touch, his fingers run through my hair as his lips press against mine, it feels so real, his skin feels so warm and firm as he pushes himself against me. But the man upstairs had different ideas. A loud bang startles me awake. The room is pitch black apart from the small streak of light that streams through the small gap in my curtains. I reached over to the bedside table and looked at my phone to see it was 3 am. I dropped back onto my pillow and closed my eyes, praying I could go back to that dream, when another thud boomed above me, shaking the pendant light above my bed, followed by another and another. I grabbed my pillow, smothering my face and wrapping it over my ears, hoping to block out the sounds of the noisy men upstairs.
• “You look nice, sweetheart,” Mum says as I walk out of my bedroom.