Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 23

Layla’s pov

I was embarrassed. Completely and utterly embarrassed. From what I could see, there were not one, not even two or three pairs of lingerie. No, there seemed to be plenty to give the entire town.

I was being dramatic but could you blame me?

And as I continue to look at the very thin green lace, fury soon replaced my embarrassment and made me grit my teeth until they hurt

Tiffany digs in, her nails hitting something hard that oddly sounded like cardboard.

She was more excited than I was. Not that I was excited, not one bit. In fact, I was the complete opposite.

She swishes the paper around until she gasped. “Layla you wouldn’t believe this.” She whispered in both awe and surprise.

“What is it?” | grit out every word. My anger wasn’t directed at her obviously.

“I think you just got a new phone.” She said breathily.

Was that my heart falling into my ass I felt?

Or was it blazing anger?

I didn’t know, but surely Tyler could be blamed for causing it.

“Shhhh!” The older woman hissed, her impatience whipping on her tongue as she moves the glasses to the bridge of her nose and looks at us angrily.

Tiffany looks over at her, her features drawing into irritation. “Oh keep quiet we’re not even that loud!” Tiffany huffed then goes back to searching through the bag and ignoring the glaring woman completely.

not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity on the

takes out the brand new box that had an image of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my

he bought you an iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as

jaw pop by the force I clenched my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all just a joke

I was wrong.

inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound

This was ridiculous.

me rigid with anger.

of the arrangement, I’ll still be

would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man

the blue little note, crumbling

her only to see

pulling out the thing from her hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone and covered

giving it to him good for him to spend

eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke! I didn’t ask him

taste

shook my head, grabbing a hold of

bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed

as I walk around the chair to

it back to

write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at the paper she was

don’t need to be there when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than this.” I said, already walking

yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t

and walking through the hallway, my

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