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.

act like how I’d normally

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

up my phone. Biting into my lower lip, I messaged Tyler

we did set a

his reply came within a few seconds. Oddly having me thinking he was waiting for me to message

I opened the text.

before nine so can you make it for eight

with the time and a bit shaky

strangely skipping as I see that he was typing. Then he stops and

disappointed somehow. Which was

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

was clear that this was nothing but our arrangement to

phone back on my bed after reading the time. It was only seven thirty, which gave me enough time to clean the

time to have a nice long

the kitchen. I was still so hungry but I had gotten used to that

water wash out the white powder

my eyes as I wondered how

what I had been going through and had

the fridge empty except for

“Good morning dollface.”

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

for comfort and turned just in time before

as I backed away from him. Again with his size, it would be completely useless

then again I was backing away to some pans and

eyes roamed over my frame and I

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