Removing her cold gaze from me, Samantha answers Tyler. “She fell asleep just moments ago. She was actually trying to fight her sleep so she’d welcome you home.” Samantha smiled and at least it was different than the cold gaze she had set up on me. This one was of fondness.

Tyler chuckles. “Sounds like Daff alright.”

Turning to me Tyler nudges his head. “You’ve met Layla right? She’s the girl who’ll babysit Daff on Saturdays.”

Samantha’s eyes snap back to me almost reluctantly. She stares at me blankly before nodding. “She was here yesterday

right?”

Despite her cold treatment I decided to force out a smile. It wavered when she turned her snotty nose away from me and regarded Tyler. ” I’ll go clean up the mess Daffodil left in the living room before I head out. Chef Bryce left some chicken pasta in the fridge for you to heat up.”

After a few more words spewed out between the two, Samantha turns around and headed in the direction where presume was the living room.

Tyler turns to me. I keep my gaze forward while his burned at the side of my head. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. Samantha hates every girl I bring here. In fact in her words, she’d rather I not waste my teenage years with random girls every day.”

From my peripheral vision I saw him shrug.

I cleared my throat still not looking at him. “Can’t imagine why she’d say that.” I voiced out sarcastically.

“Those girls know what they signed up for way before I bring them to my bed. Just like you know what you signed up for.” He says dryly and starts walking ahead towards the staircase.

“And don’t I know it,” I murmured softly and followed him up.

When his door is in my vision suddenly the pound of my heart can be heard in my ears and I wondered briefly if Tyler can also hear it.

It feels like something was weighing on my lungs, completely blocking any way for air as I entered his room following after him.

Tyler closes the door, locking it. His arms brush against mine as he walks around me and heads to his bed. He throws his bag on the foot of the bed but surprises me when he turns the bag I returned to him upside down, spilling all of its contents which were mostly lacy thongs and bras.

I stared at him confused with my throat parched.

He turns to me, foresty eyes ablaze with wicked amusement and something else, while the tug of his lips showed me he would enjoy whatever he was planning to do.

out for one of the lacy green thongs, Tyler lifts it up.

he wouldn’t

he showed while I gave him back the bag was all but a front.

What a….what a….

a loss for words. Not quite

little

strides over to me in slow deliberate footsteps.

cologne and sweat swirling around me through the air.” remember someone agreeing to always do as I say when

Tyler asked with a cheeky

tore my eyes away from him, trying to remain as stubborn as a mule.

memory. Rule number two, you must do everything I

them on his grin. “That’s not how

mocked,

Layla?” He mocked, lower lip sucking

few silent moments then sighed heavily. “You’re not going to give up are

the answer and didn’t really know

his head, a dazzling grin on his

front of my face. “Now

reach up and grab the thong from my head,

guy who’s about to give

in my grip deathly. Tyler suddenly catches me off guard when he bends down, his breath feathering against my face as he whispers. “When I’m done with you Layla Campbell, you’ll remember me for years, you’ll remember everything I will ever do to your

words. “Then I hope you can

danced, not taking

know

my lungs and my body freezing. Tyler doesn’t seem to notice

the bathroom, you can change in

only iust nodded. his words had completely startled me into lack

when I was halfway, Tyler stops me. I turn around to see him beside his bed now, holding up a see through lacy bra that matched with

I

don’t forget this. Unless….you want to go completely bra-less? Cause I would have no problems with that. In fact, I’d suggest

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