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Chapter 11: Negotiating

Layla's POV

At that moment I felt that I swallowed too quickly, not giving the ice cream enough time to melt in my mouth. I felt ice cream bolus slip into the wrong pipe and I started coughing while hitting myself on the chest. Damon came closer and started rubbing my back.

Did I hear him right?

"What did you say?", I asked between coughs and a smile played on his lips once more

"You want me to repeat that now or after this little drama queen stunt of yours?", he said motonously, and I threw him a glare

He thinks I'm faking it?

"Damn you", I said after my last drama queen choke, and he handed me a glass off juice to get rid of that tingly feeling I had in my throat

"As I was saying", he continued as I put down the empty glass on the table

"I want you", he trailed off again as he smirked "-to be my personal assistant", he finished off as my eyes widened

"Want me?"

"I need you to be my P.A", he rephrased.

Is he kidding me?

"What?"

"You heard me"

"No"

"What do you mean No?"

"I don't want
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