Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Leila stares at herself in the mirror wearing a blue crystal down with black heels adorning her feet, her auburn hair clipped to the side with a tiny diamond tennis necklace hanging around her neck.

She smiles a satisfactory smile at how she looks but she heaves a worried sigh for what she is about to do.

"My world.... Selene must have thought she was creating two people when she gave you this much beauty, Tatum says from behind her and she turns with a full smile on her lips.

There he stands, gallant as ever, handsome as the devil with the smile of an angel on his lips, adorned in an all black outfit. Black pants hanging off his waist and on his brogue shoes, a black short sleeve shirt that hugs his dangerously sexy biceps tucked into his pants. He looks just too beautiful and sexy in black but who is she kidding? This man could be dressed in rags and he would still have ladies swarming all over him.

Tatum walks up to her and plants a soft kiss on her lips. "Shall we?"

Leila nods as Tatum snakes his hand around her waist and leads her out of the room, a proud and happy look on his face and Leila smiles back at him but the smile barely reaches her eyes.

can't keep her fingers from trembling at her side. She knows what

up to, Carmela may have left their house but Tatum still returns with her smell hanging on

with her and she is scared she is

Carmela's past, whether it's the incident of two years ago of the incident surrounding her father's death. "What is on your

look in Leila's eyes and

her to feel like she is

do anything to keep her by his side but does she really. want to

index finger on her lips, cocking her head to the side with a coquettish

wants, for her to let loose and always be herself around him. He loves it

her, drawn by her ethereal beauty. "Tell me, why is

a strong, handsome and sexy alpha. I think I have a

in love with him?" Tatum squints at her,

a light hearted manner, his heart is racing ferociously, eagerness weaving every thud as it slams against his rib cage in anticipation of her response. Even if it's not

it on the table and Tatum sighs softly, an givkward