Layla’s pov

My face felt like it was flamed with heat. I discreetly look around as if there were listening ears. There was practically no one except for Tyler and I.

His grip around my arm is now more firm as he spun me around to face him. His earing glimmer under the evening sun.

“I didn’t agree to have a lesson with you today Tyler.” | grumble, pulling my arm out of his hold.

He stares down at me with a raised brow then nods, “My bad, I should’ve told you. Starting from today, lessons will be after school at my place. Saturdays are an exception.”

I stare at him gobsmacked with my mouth opening and closing before finally, the words come to me. “Are you serious?” I breathed out, darting my eyes between the green of his eyes.

this on such a short notice? I wore mismatched panties

as he fishes for his phone in his gym shorts, pulls it out and stared at the screen. “It’s already four which gives us exactly an hour before Samantha leaves. I can work

brushing his knee leaving his calves on display. I was never one to admire calves for goodness sake but his somehow made my

and cleared my throat. “I’m sure

a fancy dinner? Layla, what we’re about to do wouldn’t require you to wear anything.” He stressed

amusement was infuriating. Quite infuriating. But he

it was the thought of sex

turns around to leave, his feet already having made him reach a

single brow.

sigh, I followed after

with inspiration. Yes I may have mistaken his name as my character’s or seen his face while I was writing,

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