Layla’s pov

I rose to my feet quickly, my eyes hardening into slits. “You’re not welcomed in my room.” I spat, enraged that he thought he could just enter in my room without asking,

I didn’t know this man and I didn’t want to.

His dark eyes narrowed down on me. He was easily six feet and towered over me plenty. His bulgy muscles tensed while he closed the door behind him.

His actions had me swallowing harshly.

If he tried anything I highly doubt my mom would come to help. My phone was also in my bag. If I made a grab for it, he’d have time to get me.

My heart slammed against my chest.

There was no way out.

“That’s no way to speak to your new daddy.” He clicked his tongue.

| shivered in disgust. Unfortunately, I could not back away since backing away would only lead me to my bed.

“You will never be my father!” I sneered despite the drum in my chest

He snorted, taking another step forward, his dark gaze falling on the lingerie spilled on my bed. “Tif?” He hums. “Was it also Tif who had you out this late?”

I don’t answer him as his eyes danced with an odd gleam. “Are you a whore?” He suddenly asked, catching me off guard entirely that I nearly stumbled backward.

“What?” I breathed out in a stunned breath. —

Lifting his dark gaze to mine, he grumbles. “I do not tolerate whoring under my roof.”

I blanched in shock.

Under his roof?

Was he kidding?

He must be!

physically so I stopped and settled for a glare. “Under your roof? What makes you think because you’re sleeping with my mom this means

dark eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone with me

he was a lousy asshole for taking advantage of a desperate

doesn’t make a move

in my neck feeling like they were ready to

But before he gets out he says over his shoulder. “I’m so glad we’ll

bag and slamming my

as I turn around and slid

breath I took felt impossible for the air to

I hate it here

mess of tangles into a bun. I looked

been crying for what felt like hours. My throat was dry and I was convinced that I could no longer

like a complete

My belly grumbles.

it might have just been the only thing

gaze from my reflection to stare at the

glasses, I fixed them on before sauntering over to

telling me that her uncle’s wife would like me to come

day but I didn’t care. I had an opportunity to get my life a little better. At least feed

I typed her a quick thank you, falling onto my

I had been just smiling at the ceiling goofily before I felt

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