Chapter 110
Tyler’s pov
Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on La’s
locker?
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I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me
in there.
I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.
In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at
Karen’s mother awkwardly.
“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s momughed lightly.
“Sorry about visiting thiste ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due
tomorrow.”
I wasn’t even good at history.
“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many
times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.
“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she
looked past.
Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘identally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school
girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”
DODL
Igrit my teeth.
One of the reasons why I avoideding to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my ce was
because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.
A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my
reputation.
“Where’s karen?” | asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should
thank her lucky stars that I hadn’t passed my rage on her.
Kerry looks disappointed that I didn’t want to engage in a conversation any longer with her and forces out
a smile.
“She’s upstairs in her room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed smile that made her face look pained. ”
Waiting for
you.”
I nodded and stalked over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s
creepy re on my ass, I reached Karen’s room in seconds.
I knocked on the door, looking down the hall to see Kerry already at the top stair, smiling at me.
I knocked on Karen’s door impatiently.
“Karen!” I said loudly with impatience on my tongue,
Why are the two women in this house weird?
A shiver of disgust snaked down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s seductive smile.
I’m relieved when Karen’s loud voice tells me toe in.
I nearly run into her room, closing the door behind me, and let out a breath.
| scanned around Karen’s overly girly room and nearly got blinded by the color of pink that was littered
everywhere.
She was not in her room and by the sound of the water running, I knew she was in the bathroom.
I walked over to her shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of us lined on the lower shelf.
Despite the fact that we were never in a serious rtion ship, Karen treated what we were doing as
such.
At first, it hadn’t weirded me out seeing as mostly all the girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me
and them to gether and ced those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t think much of
Karen doing it.
Those photos she had lined on the shelves were actually real, with her taking them when I least
expected it.
Now looking at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept them despite us clearly not
being on good terms.
You’d think she got the idea that we would never go back to how we were thest we spoke.
My eyes tear away from the photos lined on the shelves to the bathroom door that squeaked open
slowly.
Taking a step back from the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of my jeans.
Karen walks out with a small short towel that barely cov ered her pussy and breasts.
The sight does nothing to me. Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on
a naked girl’s body.
Not even my fingers tingled like they had done for La to touch every inch of her skin.
All I felt was revolt and the itching to get out of here as soon as possible.
Karen grinned, brushing a hand through her wet strands. “You came.” She breathed out walking towards
me.
| stiffen. “You know why I came Karen. Don’t act like ! came for you. Tell me who did that shit to La.” |
grumble and pinned her with a re.
She rolled her eyes and reaches out for her phone. “Gosh Tyler you just got here. Can’t we talk about us
before talking about her?” She huffed and puts on her phone.
My jaw pops. “There was never an us Karen, you’ve known that for a long time that there was never an
us. Nowe on, tell me who wrote that shit on La’s locker.” I said with impa tience on my tongue.
Karen looked up from her phone and she looks at me with her head tilted. “You know you‘ve always slept
with girls, all different kinds of girls but never did I take you for a guy who liked to roll in the sheets with
someone like La.”
I gritted my teeth. “I didn’te here to hear any of this shit Karen. All I want to know is who’s the culprit
behind what
happened today.”
Karen sighed and walked the remaining distance from me. Her free hand ys with the neckline of my
shirt as she looks up at me with wide fake innocent eyes.
“Tyler.” She whispered.
A growl of annoyance bubbled in my throat as I get ready to push her away.
But then she took me by surprise by getting on her tip toes and before I can react ms her lips on mine.
I’m stunned and then reacted quickly when I hear the snapping sound of someone taking a picture. I
pushed her away, wiping off my mouth with the back of my hand in dis gust.
“What the fuck Karen!?” I snarled, taking a step back from her.
I should’ve done that the moment I saw her walking up to me. Maybe then I wouldn’t have her bitter taste
on my lips.
Karen giggled, her face flush.
“Fuck this.” I barked running a frustrated hand in my hai and turned around to leave.
With my hands on the door, she stops me. “Tyler.”
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