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.

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

head, I 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. An

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

couldn’t remember if we did

a few seconds. Oddly having me thinking he was

I opened the text.

Have to be somewhere before nine so

quickly, agreeing with the time and a bit shaky for

looked at the opened conversation, my heart strangely skipping as I see that he was typing. Then he stops and starts again but it is

feel disappointed somehow. Which

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

nothing but our arrangement

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

give me enough time to have a nice long

was still so hungry but I had

the pipe, letting the water wash out the white powder she

in my eyes

what

disappointed to see the fridge empty except for

“Good morning dollface.”

my back stiffening as I keep my hand on

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

from him. Again

I was backing away to some pans

and I quickly noted how darker

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