Layla’s pov

“Where’s Tyler?” Samantha questioned with a pitch of accusation in her voice.

I wince inwardly. That woman clearly didn’t like me.

I cleared my throat embarrassed and felt the beginning of a blush as I answered. “He’s taking a shower and would be out soon. He told me to watch Daff still?”

The blush on my cheeks rages as Samantha looks at me like she knew exactly what Tyler and I were doing in his room Every single detail.

She points her nose up snottily and moves her gaze from my face as if I were a mere peasant that needed scrubbing her shoes.

“Well whatever. I would’ve stayed longer but I do need to get going. Come.” She says blandly and starts walking away.

Unsure of whether to follow or not, I nearly trip when she turns around to look me over her shoulder. With a thin arched brow, she grumbles unkindly. “Well?”

I smiled in humiliation and rushed over to catch up to her. But Samantha seem intent to make sure I was feet away from her as though the mere presence of me any closer to her would somehow poison her.

“Daffodil is in her room.” She said over her shoulder, but this time she hadn’t bothered to look at me.

Was I supposed to answer to that?

“She doesn’t do well with strangers,” Her words come out bland as she turns to look me over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. “Especially with girls who seek only her brother’s attention.”

my tongue at her insult, clearly, she was trying to rile me up. I’ve taken far

her. Clearly, she was expecting me to deny her claims or

the woman see me in

a white wooden door with a drawing of a fairy colored

woken

a room I’d dreamed about when I was

you at least get to know her than spending time with her brother. One might think you’re ‘babysitting

not because they stung but because

my face she asked. “Do your parents even know what their daughter is up to at this hour during

quite nighttime yet. But I saw no

shattered and managed to mingle into

words. “Your job is to babysit the girl in this room, not to mind my business that has nothing

quite shocked by my words, in fact a little again and I’d say I had successfully rendered her speechless. But that wasn’t the case because a second later, her eyes turn

of her chin. I narrowed my eyes on her face. She would’ve been considered pretty if she wasn’t so vile. “And you’re awfully

slits of rage and if she was a cartoon, her ears would no doubt

and an arrogant walk in her step, she turns around before boldly letting out over her shoulder. “I will not stoop so low with the likes of you, especially since he’ll get rid of you just like the others. Girls like you don’t last

where she disappeared wondering why she seemed to hate me for no reason

from inside the room. I turn to her, smiling as she

took a

in

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