Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 40

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!

a glare. “Under your roof? What makes you think because you’re sleeping

eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone

he was a lousy asshole for taking advantage of a

doesn’t make a move

yelled, the veins in my neck feeling

look fazed, only smirks and turns around to leave. But before he gets out he says over his shoulder. “I’m

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

chest hurts as I turn around and

impossible for the air to stay

I hate it here

a bun. I looked at my red-rimmed eyes in

had been crying for what felt like hours. My throat was dry

look like a

My belly grumbles.

I should’ve finished that yogurt and granola because now it might have just been the only thing to comfort

buzzes and I ripped my gaze from my reflection to

out for my glasses, I fixed them on before sauntering over to the bed. I plopped

that her uncle’s wife would like

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

quick thank you, falling onto my back and stretching my arms

sure how long I had been just smiling at the ceiling goofily before

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