Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky stars that I

want to engage in a conversation any longer with her and forces

disap pointed smile that

you.”

to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare on my ass, I reached Karen’s room

to see Kerry already at the top

on Karen’s

I said loudly with impatience

women in

snaked down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s

relieved when Karen’s loud voice

room, closing the

got blinded

was not in her room and by the sound of the water running, I knew she was

that she

were never in a serious relation ship, Karen treated what we were doing as

with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and

the shelves were actually real, with her taking them when I

that she still kept them despite us clearly not being on

idea that we would never go back to how we

on the shelves to the bathroom door that squeaked open

step back from the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of my

walks out with a small short towel that barely cov ered her

to me. Not even my cock stirred like it

done for Layla to

was revolt and the itching to get out of

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