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.

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

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

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

remember if we did

having me thinking he was waiting for

I opened the text.

before nine so can you make it for eight

with the time and a bit shaky for some odd

my heart strangely skipping as I see that he was

feel disappointed somehow. Which

disappointed at all by his vague replies and the way he didn’t acknowledge what happened

was nothing but our

reading the time. It was only seven thirty, which gave me

also give me enough time

hungry but I had gotten used

out the white powder she probably threw in

couple of times to rid the sting in my eyes

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

see the fridge empty

“Good morning dollface.”

I keep my

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

backed away from him. Again with his size, it would be

then again I was backing

roamed over my frame and I quickly noted how darker they seemed

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