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

rose off the bed, completely aware that I was still bare. I walked to my closet and put on what I normally wear during the day.

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

remember if we did set

having me thinking he

I opened the text.

so can you make it for eight

the time and a bit shaky for

opened conversation, my heart strangely skipping as I see that he was typing. Then he stops and

disappointed somehow. Which was

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

this was nothing but our arrangement to him

the time. It was only seven thirty, which gave me enough time to clean the kitchen and living room like I normally do on

enough time to have a nice long shower

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

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

the sting in my eyes as I wondered how

the faucet I walked to the fridge, in little hope that perhaps God had seen what I had been

the fridge empty except for a couple

“Good morning dollface.”

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

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

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

then again I was backing away to

over my frame and I

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