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!

that I was no match for him physically so I stopped and settled for a glare. “Under your roof? What makes you think because you’re sleeping with my mom this

dark eyes narrowed. “Watch your

disrespectful but he was

a move

my room!” I yelled, the veins in my neck feeling like they were ready to pop at

and turns around to leave. But before he gets out he says over his shoulder. “I’m so glad we’ll be seeing so much of each other

soon as the door closes behind him, I rushed over, jumping over my bag and slamming my palms on the door. My hand go to the knob and I locked it

I turn

took felt impossible for the air to stay in my

I hate it here

a mess of tangles into a bun. I looked at my red-rimmed eyes in

My throat was dry and I

look like a complete

My belly grumbles.

granola because now it might have just been the only

my gaze from my reflection to

them on before sauntering over to the bed. I plopped down ungracefully and

was a text from Tif, telling me that her uncle’s

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

thank you, falling onto my back and stretching my arms out like

at the ceiling goofily before I felt the weight of sleep knocking at

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