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.

her face if I were not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity on the woman for nearly that reason

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 be

She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and then back to

my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see

I was wrong.

screen nearly blinding me and I

This was ridiculous.

the sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was

won’t come out of the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking

but I knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man

off the blue little note,

her only to

face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw

be giving it to him good for him

“Tif this isn’t a

mean the guy has good taste

head, grabbing a hold of my

bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really think I’d accept this so

going?” Tiffany asked as I walk around the chair

give it back to him.”

down at the paper she was writing then at me, seeming to be

I give it back to him Tif. Finish your

She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t surprise me when she sneered at

door and walking through the hallway,

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