Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 108

Layla’s pov

My jaw pops as I glared at Neymar’s nasty smirking face. He loves getting me pissed off, I can see how much I enter tained him when I do.

“Just got back from the strip club?” He snorted, taking a step forward which caused me to take a step back involuntari

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He must’ve seen the flicker of fear in my eyes before I had time to mask it because his smirk grows and his eyes twinkled with cruelty.

| curse at myself inwardly for allowing him to see the weakness in my eyes.

His eyes fall to the paper bag I still have clutched in my hands. “What do you have here? Another set of thongs?”

| grit my teeth, sending him a disgusted glare. “It’s noth ing that should concern you.” | spat, gripping the bag tightly, and made a way to walk away. 

But mom’s words stunned me enough to stop me. “She brought croissants for dinner. Isn’t that right baby?” Mom tilts her head, looking at me innocently.

i blinked as I felt tears sting in my eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust her.

“I didn’t bring anything for anyone. Those were given to me.” Igritted out, shaking my head at her in disappointment.

Neymar looks angry at my response and approaches me. I backed away until I’m cornered.

“So are you saying that you don’t want to share with your mommy and daddy?” He taunted, his head leaning down as he grinned at me like the cat that got the milk.

“Get away from me asshole.” I hissed, tilting my head away from his face because his breath reeked of beer and weed. A nasty disgusting belly turning combination that tick led my urge to hurl.

I flinched when he reaches forward, his fingers playing with my hair. “Now that’s no way to talk to your daddy.” He said lowly and brushed some of those strands behind my ear.

us with her arms crossed and a

her using

me by turning away and scratching at her arms like that would help her

my lips together, my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar. It looks like

tilting my chin up to show my defiance and that

curled his finger un der

my heart currently slamming against my chest, I looked over at the knives on the countertop. Neymar catches where

air supply whore?” He

breath getting stuck in my throat. I stay silent, contemplating if I can actually have

and my throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough

this and chuckles. I grit

out of my hand before I can react and moves away from me. “Thanks for dinner little whore.” He winks and

I snapped in

making me stumble back a step

do if

baby…” Mom’s soft voice cracks through the

jaw ticked and then like a switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He opens

into it all the while looking at

with a month full of mushed croissants and then stalks off back to the

groan in frustration while gripping at my hair. Mom’s still standing there

eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any more.” I

eyes tearing away from mine. I caught the glimpse of pain in

of pain. She wasn’t the one hurting

me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew

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