After leaving the hotel, Noah slid into the driver's seat of his sleek Lykan Hypersport, the engine purring to life as he prepared to head to his next destination. Just as he was about to pull out of the parking lot, his phone vibrated on the dashboard.
He glanced at the caller ID: Aiden.
"Aiden?" he muttered, picking up the phone. "What's up?"
Aiden's voice came through the line, laced with tension. Behind him, muffled shouts and high-pitched yelling could be heard, making it hard to focus on what he was saying.
"Noah," Aiden's voice sounded strained. "Layla's here. She's causing a massive scene. She is outside my house, screaming and cursing, demanding I give her your number. She's refusing to leave. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that we were classmates, I'd have called the cops by now. She's completely out of control! What should I do?"
Noah's brow furrowed, a wave of irritation washing over him. Layla again. This was becoming tiresome.
