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.

karen?” | asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her

in a conversation any longer with her and

a disap pointed smile that

you.”

Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away

the hall to see Kerry already at the top

on Karen’s

said loudly with impatience

the two women in this house

my spine as

voice

closing the door

overly girly room and nearly got

and by the sound of the water running, I knew she was in the

to her shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of

were never in a serious relation ship, Karen treated

out seeing as mostly all the girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo

on the shelves were actually

creeped out that she still kept them

she got the idea that we would never go back to how we

away from the photos lined on the shelves to

the shelves I push my

with a small short towel that

me. Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my

had done for Layla

felt was revolt and the itching to get out of here as soon

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