Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 23

Layla’s pov

I was embarrassed. Completely and utterly embarrassed. From what I could see, there were not one, not even two or three pairs of lingerie. No, there seemed to be plenty to give the entire town.

I was being dramatic but could you blame me?

And as I continue to look at the very thin green lace, fury soon replaced my embarrassment and made me grit my teeth until they hurt

Tiffany digs in, her nails hitting something hard that oddly sounded like cardboard.

She was more excited than I was. Not that I was excited, not one bit. In fact, I was the complete opposite.

She swishes the paper around until she gasped. “Layla you wouldn’t believe this.” She whispered in both awe and surprise.

“What is it?” | grit out every word. My anger wasn’t directed at her obviously.

“I think you just got a new phone.” She said breathily.

Was that my heart falling into my ass I felt?

Or was it blazing anger?

I didn’t know, but surely Tyler could be blamed for causing it.

“Shhhh!” The older woman hissed, her impatience whipping on her tongue as she moves the glasses to the bridge of her nose and looks at us angrily.

Tiffany looks over at her, her features drawing into irritation. “Oh keep quiet we’re not even that loud!” Tiffany huffed then goes back to searching through the bag and ignoring the glaring woman completely.

a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity

my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I wouldn’t be able

Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares

jaw pop by the force I clenched my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all

I was wrong.

its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I

This was ridiculous.

it wasn’t exactly the sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It

the arrangement, I’ll still be

name but I knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside

pulled off the blue little note, crumbling it

for you,” Tif snorted. I turn to her only to see her digging more into the bag, pulling out

I thrust it back into the

good for

my eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke! I

has good taste in lingerie. I

my head, grabbing a hold of my

hold of the bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really

walk around the chair

give it back to him.” I

looking down at the paper she was writing then at me, seeming

him Tif. Finish your paper it’s

as I can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman

the door and walking through the hallway, my eyes

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