Layla’s pov

My face felt like it was flamed with heat. I discreetly look around as if there were listening ears. There was practically no one except for Tyler and I.

His grip around my arm is now more firm as he spun me around to face him. His earing glimmer under the evening sun.

“I didn’t agree to have a lesson with you today Tyler.” | grumble, pulling my arm out of his hold.

He stares down at me with a raised brow then nods, “My bad, I should’ve told you. Starting from today, lessons will be after school at my place. Saturdays are an exception.”

I stare at him gobsmacked with my mouth opening and closing before finally, the words come to me. “Are you serious?” I breathed out, darting my eyes between the green of his eyes.

I mean why tell me this on such a short notice? I wore mismatched panties and bra

fishes for his phone in his gym shorts, pulls it out and stared at the screen. “It’s already four which gives us exactly an hour before Samantha leaves. I can work with that time.” He nods, putting his phone back inside the

on display. I was never one to

cleared my throat. “I’m sure you can, but I’m not properly dressed

dressed for the session? Do you think we’re about to attend a wedding or a fancy dinner? Layla, what we’re about to do wouldn’t require you to wear anything.” He stressed on the word

amusement was infuriating. Quite infuriating. But he was right.

trembling slightly. I didn’t know if it was the thought of sex

we better hurry up ” He turns around to leave, his feet already having made him reach a couple benches down before he turned around and

a single brow.

a defeated sigh, I followed after

was actually helping me with inspiration. Yes I may have mistaken his name as my character’s or seen his face while I was writing, but admittedly the words seem to

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