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.

was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry

want to engage in a conversation any longer with her

with a disap pointed smile that made her face look pained.

you.”

stalked over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and

door, looking down the hall to

on

with impatience on

are the two women in this

snaked down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s

when Karen’s loud voice tells me

into her room, closing the door behind me, and let out a

room and nearly got blinded by the color of pink that

of the water running, I knew she

her shelves, cringing when I saw that

serious relation ship, Karen

me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t think much of Karen doing

actually real, with her taking them when I least

that she

that we would never go back to how

eyes tear away from the photos lined on the shelves

the shelves I push my hands into the

short towel that barely

my cock stirred like it would usually do when

my fingers tingled like they had done for Layla to

itching to

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