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 how I’d normally act. I was like one of

bare. I walked to my closet and put

phone. Biting into my lower lip, I messaged Tyler asking him what time I

if we

his reply came within a few seconds. Oddly having me thinking

I opened the text.

to be somewhere before nine so can you make it

reply quickly, agreeing with the time

as I see that he was typing. Then he stops and starts again but it is only a

somehow. Which was

one of the sessions. I shouldn’t feel disappointed at

but our arrangement to

seven thirty, which gave me enough

give me enough time

still so hungry but I had

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 will I have to clean after

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

empty except for

“Good morning dollface.”

of the fridge harshly, my back stiffening as I keep my hand

felt his presence too close for comfort and turned just

glaring at him as I backed away from him. Again with his size,

again I was backing away to some pans

dark eyes roamed over my frame and I quickly noted how

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