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.

I’d normally act. I was like

to my closet and put on what I normally wear during the day. An oversized shirt and cotton

my bed, picking up my phone. Biting into my lower lip, I messaged Tyler asking him what time I should be

couldn’t remember if we did set a

few seconds. Oddly having

I opened the text.

nine so can you make

quickly, agreeing with the time and a bit shaky for some odd

skipping as I see that he was

disappointed somehow. Which

well the finishing of one of the sessions. I shouldn’t feel disappointed at all by his vague replies and the way he didn’t acknowledge what happened in the

clear that this was nothing but our arrangement to him as it should

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

enough time to have a

walked out of my room, heading to the kitchen. I was still so hungry but I had gotten used

wash out the white powder she probably threw in

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

to the fridge, in little hope that perhaps God had seen what I had been going through and had magically placed an apple or two in

empty except

“Good morning dollface.”

door of the fridge harshly, my back stiffening as I

felt his presence too close for comfort and turned just in time before his hand could brush against

him as I backed away from him. Again with

again I was backing away to some

over my frame and I quickly noted how darker

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