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.

her face if I were not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I

box that had an image of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen

mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and then back

felt my 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

I was wrong.

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

This was ridiculous.

it wasn’t exactly the sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler left stuck to the

come out of the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking

not the janitor? Or the

little note, crumbling it in

Tif snorted. I turn to her only to see her

thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone

be giving it to him good for him

her. “Tif this isn’t a joke! I didn’t ask him to buy me

taste in

a hold of my school bag. “I’m not going

phone. I

you going?” Tiffany asked as I walk

give it back to him.”

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

back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than this.” I said,

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

out the door and walking through the hallway, my

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