Chapter 40
La’s pov
I rose to my feet quickly, my eyes hardening into slits. “You’re not weed in my room.” I spat, enraged
that he thought he could just enter in my room without asking,
I didn’t know this man and I didn’t want to.
His dark eyes narrowed down on me. He was easily six feet and towered over me plenty. His bulgy
muscles tensed while he closed the door behind him.
His actions had me swallowing harshly.
If he tried anything I highly doubt my mom woulde to help. My phone was also in my bag. If I made
a grab for it, he’d have time to get me.
My heart mmed against my chest.
There was no way out.
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“That’s no way to speak to your new daddy.” He clicked his tongue.
| shivered in disgust. Unfortunately, I could not back away since backing away would only lead me to my
bed.
“You will never be my father!” I sneered despite the drum in my chest
He snorted, taking another step forward, his dark gaze falling on the lingerie spilled on my bed. “Tif?” He
hums. “Was it also Tif who had you out thiste?”
I don’t answer him as his eyes danced with an odd gleam. “Are you a whore?” He suddenly asked,
catching me off guard entirely that I nearly stumbled backward.
“What?” I breathed out in a stunned breath. —
Lifting his dark gaze to mine, he grumbles. “I do not tolerate whoring under my roof.”
I nched in shock.
Under his roof?
Was he kidding?
He must be!
I take a step forward, but remember that I was no match for him physically so I stopped and settled for a
re. “Under your roof? What makes you think because you’re sleeping with my mom this means it’s
now your house?” | sneered.
His dark eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone with me dollface.”
“Get out.” I breathed out. Not only was he disrespectful but he was a lousy asshole for taking advantage
of a desperate woman.
He doesn’t make a move to leave.
“Get out of my room!” I yelled, the veins in my neck feeling like they were ready to pop at any second.
Neymar doesn’t look fazed, only smirks and turns around to leave. But before he gets out he says over
his shoulder. “I’m so d we’ll be seeing so much of each other from now on, dollface.”
As soon as the door closes behind him, I rushed over, jumping over my bag and mming my palms on
the door. My hand go to the knob and I locked it quickly.
My chest hurts as I turn around and slid down the door.
Every breath I took felt impossible for the air to stay in my lungs as I cried.
I hate it here
I wrapped my hair which was a mess of tangles into a bun. I looked at my red-rimmed eyes in the
mirror’s reflection.
I had been crying for what felt like hours. My throat was dry and I was convinced that I could no longer
produce any more tears
I look like aplete mess.
My belly grumbles.
Perhaps I should’ve finished that yogurt and gran because now it might have just been the only thing
tofort my hunger today
My phone buzzes and I ripped my gaze from my reflection to stare at the lighting screen.
Reaching out for my sses, I fixed them on before sauntering over to the bed. I plopped down
ungracefully and reached over for the phone.
It was a text from Tif, telling me that her uncle’s wife would like me toe for an interview Sunday
morning.
Not sure why she chose that specific day but I didn’t care. I had an opportunity to get my life a little
better. At least feed myself before I starve to death.
I smiled, my chest feeling lighter now that I had received good news. I typed her a quick thank you,
falling onto my back and stretching my arms out like a starfish as I smiled dazedly at the ceiling.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been just smiling at the ceiling goofily before I felt the weight of sleep
knocking at my door.
When I woke up it was because of the sound of my phone buzzing beside my head. My entire room was
dark except for the light of my phone. It must already bete.
I lift my upper body on my hand and looked down at my phone, squinting at the assault the light had
brought to my eyes. It didn’t help that I had fallen asleep with my sses and it wasn’t exactly properly
fixed on my face.
When I did fix it, I’m confused by the unknown number shing on the cracked screen.
But then a notification came right before I was about to decline the call.
I didn’t like answering strangers and the only one who really knew my number was Tiffany and a few
other students! worked with on a projectst term.
Except that the notification so happens to be a text from Tif and I didn’t have to open it fully to read what
she had texted
My heart mmed against my chest for some unknown reason as I read her text fully
Tiffany I think my brother just gave Tyler your phone number.
Tyler read the time on the clock again. Ten thirty
By this time of the night, he was either out with some girl or sleeping so he could get enough rest before
practice the next day
But tonight he was restless and he oddly didn’t feel the need for another girl’s body tonight despite
getting texts from numerous who were willing to roll in the sheets with him.
Tyler felt unsatisfied, quite rigid honestly And he doubted any girl other than La could tug him out of
his body’s confinement
So he impulsively reach for his phone, harshly throwing the covers off his body, and dialed his best pal
Brett If one person knew everyone’s number it would be his long trusted pal who picked up on the
second ring.
“Hey dude, you’re missing out on the babes here!” Brett yelled through the phone Tyler was tempted to
pull the phone away from his ears by the loudness of his tone and also the loudness of the music ying
in the background.
But somehow getting La’s number was top priority than his eardrums at the moment.
“You know La Campbell’s number?” He cut right to the chase and was embarrassed to hear how
desperate his voice sounded
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