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.

myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took

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 able to

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

and grab the box from Tiffany’s

I was wrong.

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

This was ridiculous.

that got me rigid with anger.

out of the arrangement, I’ll

not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside the curb in the mornings and

little note, crumbling it in

her only to

hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag.

it to him good for

this isn’t a joke!

good taste in lingerie. I say

my head, grabbing a hold of my school bag. “I’m not

phone. I cringed inwardly. Did

I walk around

to give it back to

drawled, looking down at the paper she was writing then

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

can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who

door and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed around in search of

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