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.

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

takes out the brand new box that had an image of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen

he bought you an iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock

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

I was wrong.

phone inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound of a choir in

This was ridiculous.

sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler left stuck to the

out of the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking you to

leave his name but I knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the

blue little note, crumbling it in my

to her only to see her digging more

the thing from her hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone and covered

you must really be giving it to him good for him to spend so much money on you.”

“Tif this isn’t a joke! I didn’t

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

head, grabbing a hold of my school bag.

the lingerie and phone.

are you going?” Tiffany asked as I walk around the chair to

it back to him.” I

drawled, looking down at the paper she

back to him Tif. Finish your paper

yelled, perhaps forgetting the

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

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