Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

. Layla’s pov

Everyone knew Tyler Wood was extremely wealthy and that may very well be the reason he was seeming to always be so cocky. He always walked with his head held high, which was to be expected given the guy’s ego. So it didn’t quite shock me when his car turned out to be black Bugatti. I could just smell his cockiness from here.

I opened the door, my breaths coming in short puffs as the cold seeps into my bones, the rain getting to me, I was drenched from head to toe. My hair sticking to my clinging shirt with some strands kissing my face.

Settling on the seat slowly, admittedly afraid to wet his seat but seeing as Tyler was also drenched from head to toe made me think it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

So I plopped down and began fixing the seat belt around me quickly and securely.

The car feels oddly small now that the doors were shut and he was but just a few inches away from me. Despite being very uncomfortable being this close to him I kept my gaze forward regardless of the intensity of his stare on my face.

He could very well burn an entire hole in the side of my face with a stare like that.

” You write,” He says, his tone mild with shock but mostly with intrigue.

I froze, literally froze with my heart dropping. I was praying he’d not bring that up. Hoping he’d forget everything he read. It was humiliating enough that I threw up on him earlier. I didn’t want to be reminded that he saw something he shouldn’t have and I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it, especially with him.

But I guess the universe was out to get me today.

Not wanting to converse with him about something so private, I decided to put my few drama classes to use and pretended I hadn’t heard him. He’d just leave me alone if I ignore him right?

I pressed my lips together as I removed my glasses so I could clean them with my wet shirt. I could feel his eyes on my every move. Feeling unnerved by his stare, I put them back on all the while keeping my gaze away from him.

wasn’t the neatest I could do but it will work. Unfortunately, I

top of my bag that I had placed on my lap. I stiffen, my eyes falling on his long fingers and

my

her like

intimidation. “Are you going to mock me or actually start driving? Some people

if Tyler has maids or not. In fact, I didn’t know him at all other than the talks going around the

my words. I can’t care how he feels right now. He now knew I wrote sex scenes, which was personal

out I was Laikiss, the best

to not have taken my words to heart since he answered

and I’m surprised bly how close his face was to me. Our eyes connected and I refrain from tearing mine away by how intimate this felt. He was too

didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my

do you even know about writing?” I seethed

my work based

to pretend that his actions didn’t unnerve me. But I couldn’t lie that my heart had stopped

scripts give me more feeling than what you

Tyler Wood

he ever been an ass to me before.

have noticed the shift of emotions in my eyes because he clears his throat, winced and looks at me apologetically. “Look sorry. But since you’re a writer

give criticism to make that author get better or tell them politely that the book didn’t live up to

writing is an art we never stop learning and experimenting with, so of course, it wouldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea. It was just upsetting for people to use it as an excuse to mock someone for the hard work they poured