Chapter 134
Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13
âI have these too. Theyâll go great with the dress.â She says happily and then narrowed her eyes on my face. âDonât even think about complaining, youâre going to wear the damn dress and youâre going to look hot while wearing it. Now hurry go shower for us to get ready.â
I looked at her for a few and realized I wouldnât win this argument so I gave up with a huff and got up to head to her private bathroom.
When Iâm nearly disappearing in the room she asked. âBy the way what did you bring in that paper bag? It smells so good.â
âSome croissants from work. You can have one if you want.â
She had already opened the bag before I even told her she could take some. I rolled my eyes and watch her bite into one of the croissants.
âOh Gosh, aunt really overdoes herself every time.â She moaned chewing on the rest.
She opened her eyes and lifted a brow when she saw me looking. âWhat are you still standing here? Shoo hurry so we can have your man jaw on the floor tonight.â
174 204 Wouchare Laylaâs pov âThanks dad,â Tiffany said when all three of us got out of the car.
Her father smiles and nods, then got serious. âIâm picking you three up before ten p.m and no later than that.â He said sternly.
Tiffany nods and holds up her pinky finger. I on the other hand keep tugging that dang dress as it keeps riding up.
âAnd no alcohol, no boys,â He turns to face his son. âAnd no girls either. Just have fun but not too much fun!â He warned.
Tiffany rolled her eyes. âDad we promise to not drink and get into trouble okay? Now go back to mom before she rings your phone nonstop.â
He looked at the three of us for a while and then said. âBe safe you three.â And then drove off.
Tiffany, Henry and I turn to face the house the party was held at. It was strange how the lawn looked neat as hell but the blasting music coming from the house told me that we were at the right place.
âWell, Iâll see you two losers later,â Henry said and walked away.
âDonât think as youâre a footballer means youâre better than us doofus! You peed your bed until you were five!â Tiffany scowled loudly.
Henry whips her the middle finger and disappeared into the house.
âTif,â I whispered while tugging the ends of my dress.
She looked at me in silent question.
âIs it too late to head back?â I winced. I know I was supposed to be her wing woman but damn that dress kept riding up and I was scared my red panty would show.
Her brows knot. âBut we just got here Lai? At least letâs see how things are inside before deciding if itâs not for us? And I still need to check Brett...â She trailed off shyly.
Oh right. I almost forgot about her and Brett having to meet up. I was a bit occupied with trying to not reveal my panty.
I nodded and murmured an okay.
Tif takes a hold of my arm happily and links them together as we made our way to the house that held the party.
We swung the door open and quickly got closer to each other when we saw the entire room looked filled with drunk and sweaty teenagers.
Tiffany gripped me tighter and shout beside my ear because the music was way too loud in here.â We should look for the kitchen.
Brett said theyâd be there.â
I nodded.
They must be texting each other.
We made our way through the throng of sweaty bodies and 134 scanned around for the kitchen. It was really no use in asking one of these drunk teens. They looked way too out of it.
âThereâs the kitchen,â Tiffany said and pointed to the left.
I nodded. There were teens coming from there with cups in their hands. Must definitely be the kitchen area.
Tiffany and I made our way over there, clutching to each other like we were each otherâs lifeline.
When we entered the kitchen Tiffany spotted Brett quickly and tugged me along while I tugged at the ends of my dress.
Brett had his back facing us while talking to one of the guys on the football team. He hadnât noticed us until Tiffany tapped him on his shoulder.
He swung around slowly and then froze. His eyes widened as: he drank her in and then his mouth parted into what | presume was a wow.
âTiffany;â He gulped, his eyes dancing over her form.
Tiffany was beautiful tonight so I wasnât surprised by his lost of speech after seeing her.
He cleared his throat, looking a bit flushed but that might have to do with the drink in his hand. âYou look...â He searched for a word to tell her and then breathed out. âBeautiful,â
His eyes were strictly on her and I had an inkling that he hadnât even noticed me.
Tiffany blushed brightly under the light and looked up at him shyly. âThank you, Brett. We came a little late.â She said sheepishly.
Hearing we, Brett finally noticed that I was also there. He smiled at me politely. âTylerâs on his way. Should be here any second now actually.â
I huffed and moved my arm out of Tiffanyâs to cross them under my breasts. âI didnât come here for Tyler.â I denied.
A little part of me did.
Okay a huge part of me did want to see him tonight if I were to be honest. Sure I wanted to support Tiffany and be her wing woman but I also wanted to spend a little more time with Tyler tonight.
Brettâs brows raised and he didnât look convinced. âSure...â He trailed off and snorted.
The guy he was talking to spoke up behind him.â Brett man, arenât you going to introduce me to these two hotties?â
Brett stiffened and turned to face the guy. His features were tight with irritation and he sneered. âBeat it. Both are taken.ââ
The guy raised his brows in shock at Brettâs angry voice but nods and scurried out of the kitchen.
âDid he just say both of us are taken?â Tiffany whispered in shock beside my ear.
I nodded, a bit stunned at Brettâs words myself.
Brett turned back around to face us, the anger on his face disappearing in a matter of a second.
A grin smeared on his face instead.
âDo you two beautiful ladies want a drink?â He asked and then dart his eyes over to me. âBy the way Layla, I would appreciate it if you donât tell Tyler I called you beautiful. Heâd skin me alive.â He rolled his eyes.
Tiffany laughed while I bit my bottom lip to suppress mine.
âDonât worry. I wonât tell him.â I grinned. âAnd as for the drink, no thank you. I donât like alcohol.â
âNeither do I,â Tiffany said shyly after a reluctant pause.
She feared heâd be disinterested in her if she said no. I could literally see it on her face. She feared heâd reject her afterward.
But Brett only grinned brightly. âLove a girl who wants to stay clear-headed at a party.â
Tiffany turned even redder if it was possible and Brett seemed satisfied that he was making her all flush.
And then his eyes dart to someone behind me and he grinned. âHereâs your guy Layla.â
My heart slams in my chest and I whip around. Sure enough, Tyler was here, trying to push through the throng of drunk bodies.
When he caught my stare all I could think about were the precious words he said to me in the car earlier. My heart beat faster when his eyes darkened with that look I knew all too well.
Hunger.
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