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.

laughed at 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

already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I wouldn’t be able to afford until a few

you an iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and then back to the

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

I was wrong.

nearly blinding me and I swore

This was ridiculous.

of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler

of the arrangement, I’ll still be

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

pulled off the blue little note, crumbling

to her only to see her digging

it back into the bag. I also throw

must really be giving it to him good for him to spend so much

glare at her. “Tif this isn’t

shrugged. “I mean the guy has good taste in lingerie. I say

hold of my school bag.

hold of the bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really

are you going?” Tiffany asked as I walk

it back to him.”

down at the paper she was writing then at

be there when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more

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

the door and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed around

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