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.

fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky stars that I hadn’t

disappointed that I didn’t want to engage in a conversation any longer with

disap pointed

you.”

and stalked over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare

on the door, looking down the hall to see Kerry already at

on Karen’s door

said loudly with impatience on my

are the two women in this house

disgust snaked down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s seductive

Karen’s loud voice tells me to come

closing the door behind

girly room and nearly got blinded by the

her room and by the sound of the water

shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of us lined on the

never in a serious relation ship, Karen

I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t

actually real, with her taking them when I least

at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept them despite us clearly not being on

that we would never go back to how we were the last

the photos lined on the shelves to the

shelves I push

short towel that barely cov ered her

nothing to me. Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on a

fingers tingled like they had done for Layla to touch every inch of her

revolt and the itching to get out

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