Layla’s pov

There was a loud banging sound that rouse me awake. It was a Saturday morning, early morning.

The sun was already peeking through the cracks of the curtains. But the sun wasn’t the usual scorch of the afternoon sun, it was the slight brush of morning.

Saturday morning…..

Oh. My first day babysitting Daff!

I’m rather thankful for that disturbance in my sleep. If it hadn’t roused me awake I’d no doubt miss half the day sleeping judging by how exhausted my body currently still felt.

And what had caused the exhaustion….

I lifted myself on my elbows and looked down at my phone. A furious blush no doubt hotter than the morning sun kissed my cheeks as I remember what happened last night.

Tyler.

Moaning.

Grunting.

Cumming.

I had fallen asleep. I groan lowly in embarrassment. Had I truly fallen asleep after I had come

Judging by the yawn that fluttered out of my mouth and the sleep lines I could feel on my cheek, then yes, I indeed had fallen asleep. How humiliating..

I cupped my cheeks looking down at my cracked phone. Gosh, I can’t believe who I had been last night. Yes, who I had been, because surely the person last night did not feel like me.

like me, spoke like me, but didn’t act like how I’d normally act. I was like one of my…characters. Those desperate to get

aware that I was still bare. I walked to my closet and put

my bed, picking up my phone. Biting into my lower lip, I

we did set

few seconds. Oddly having me thinking

I opened the text.

be somewhere before nine so can you make it for

typed out a reply quickly, agreeing with the time and a bit shaky

was typing. Then he

disappointed somehow. Which was

the finishing of one of the sessions. I shouldn’t feel disappointed at all by his vague replies and the way

but our arrangement

bed after reading the time. It was only seven thirty, which gave me enough time to clean the kitchen and living room like

me enough time to have a nice

was still so hungry but I had gotten used to that hunger and now

the pipe, letting the water wash out the white powder she probably threw in the

blinked a couple of times to rid the sting in my eyes as I wondered how much longer

God had seen what I had been going through and had magically placed an apple or two in the

disappointed to see the fridge empty except

“Good morning dollface.”

closed the door of the fridge harshly, my back stiffening as I keep my hand on the fridge, unsure if to turn around or

turned just in time before

glaring at him as I backed away from him. Again with

I was backing away to some pans

roamed over my frame and I quickly noted how darker they

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