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Layla’s pov

I scream in frustration. Why was he still bringing this up?

It’s not like he didn’t know who was doing this or why it happened. It all revolved around him.

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He should be talking to his whores to stay away from me.

But instead of blowing a fuse, I just gritted out while reaching for the door. “I’m not talking to you about this again Tyler. I said what I had to say earlier, there’s nothing more to talk about.” I ground out and tried to open the door but Tyler is quick to lock it.

I looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?” || huffed.

Gosh, how irritating can a guy be?

Irritatingly handsome. My conscience teased.

That’s it, I’m blocking my mind from contacting me.

You’re the dumbest idiot alive Layla. My conscience mocked and I nearly screamed in frustration.

Tyler was already clearly frustrating me, I didn’t need my mind to do the same.

There’s so much taunting I can take today. I need a long shower and a long nap.

I don’t need to be reminded about being a huge target for

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one of his whores.

One being Karen.

How long are you planning to avoid me for? Until we graduate, until we die?” Tyler raised a brow, his

alone!” | snapped, irritated. I just

that image of that red lipstick on my locker. Their

didn’t need to see

to peel off every layer

scream and call for help.” I sighed, tired of

don’t blame me for what will happen af ter,” Tyler said

despite my clear intent on wanting to

narrowed my eyes.” And what

question because now Tyler’s smirking like he had just won

inkling that

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to my lips and they danced. “I’ll have you swallowing my

up my cheeks though

smirk as his fingers brush against his zipper. “Go ahead and

your dick in your pants.” |

pants. “Scared you

heavy frustrated breath and gritted out. “You al ways think and talk about sex. Everything is sex! God Tyler, this is why I’m being threatened to

fingers in my messy hair

sex Layla. We made an arrangement, a fucking sex arrangement. I’m not supposed

cheery Tyler is

Tyler, he’s ready to tell me words I hate. I don’t like sappy Tyler. He’s making my

to him fully, completely aware that we were a few blocks down from the bakery I work at. It was a good thing the windows were up.

you even care Tyler?! We’re not supposed to care

getting closer to mine every second until his hot breath is

in my chest so hard and so loudly that I wondered

part and my stomach is swirling

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