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.

different reason than her. Somehow I took

asking Tiffany, she takes out the brand new box that had an image of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I wouldn’t

She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as

grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see

I was wrong.

screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound of

This was ridiculous.

it wasn’t exactly the sight of the phone that got me rigid with

I’ll still be fucking you to

who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside

the blue little note, crumbling it

only to see her

thrust it back into the

be giving it to him good for him to spend

snap my eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke!

“I mean the guy has good taste

of my school bag. “I’m not going

of the bag that had the lingerie and phone.

Tiffany asked as I walk around the chair to plant myself on

going to give it

I still need to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at the paper she was writing then at

I give it back to him Tif. Finish your

soon as I can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman

and walking through the hallway, my

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