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.

if I were not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity on the woman

more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something

bought you an iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and then back to

my 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 just

I was wrong.

me and I swore I

This was ridiculous.

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

the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking

I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside the curb in the mornings and threw rocks at passerbyers?

the blue little

I turn to her only to see her digging more into the bag, pulling out

hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone and covered everything

it to him good for him to

“Tif this isn’t a joke! I didn’t ask him to buy

has good taste

my head, grabbing a hold of

bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did

asked as I walk around the chair

give it back to him.”

at the paper she was writing then

there when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than

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

and walking through the hallway, my

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