It Isn't A Secret.

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"Yes. I had them put in a few months ago, And stop eating all the damn oreo cookies" Leana said with a half smirk pointed at her daughter

"So sorry" Layla said laughing nervously, Looking over at Matthew who was completely unfazed by the conversation that was playing out before him,

"I just wish I hadn't seen the footage..."
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eana said putting her bowl down on the coffee table as Layla was as red as a tomato, Matthew was not even paying attention to the matter, Too busy playing a game on his phone, 'Men' Layla thought to herself as she rolled her eyes at him, He clenched his jaw as to notify her that he was still aware of her actions, She silently gulped as she looked back at her mom

"Well, Matthew from what I've seen, You make my daughter pretty happy. If you ever hurt her I will fucking kill you" Leana said meaning every word she spoke from her lips, Layla smiled at her mother as she turned to Matthew once more

"Yes ma'am" he spoke putting his hands up in front of him, He looked towards Layla as he spoke, When their eyes met she saw that he was pissed off  'What did I do now' she thought to herself as she groaned inwardly

"And Layla, I'm not too thrilled you lost your virginity at sixteen...But at least it was someone who is trustworthy and who cares for you" Leana explained smiling at the two of them, Layla blushed yet again, This was not a conversation she was ready to have, Especially in front of Matthew, She looked over at him as he smirked and continued to play on his phone


"I-I'm glad...I think...Yep, Definitely glad" she rambled out, Causing Matthew to smile softly at her

"Good. Well, I'm off to bed you two. Goodnight, And Matthew can stay the night if he wants to" she said kissing Layla's head

"Wait ms-" Matthew was interrupted

"Yes, You still have the job, Goodnight" with that said she walked upstair
'Finally! He gets interrupted Layla did a small victory dance in her head, She slowly looked up at Matthew who already had his eyes locked on her


"Well-" Layla was interrupted as he spoke

"Who the fuck are this men she was talking about?" he asked in a demanding tone of voice

'Knew it' she thought to herself as she smiled

"I don't know any other men other than you and Eric" she said nervously as his eyes widened, He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him forcefully


"Who the fuck is Eric?" he asked impatiently as she gulped
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Okay, This is kinda sexy' she thought to herself as she looked into his eyes

"He's my mom's boyfriend, Matthew it's okay, Relax" she said caressing his cheek, She knew he was upset at the thought of her being with any other person but him

"There is no one but you, I promise" she added as she kissed his forehead, She hated seeing him so broken and vulnerable, It made her want to cry and do anything to make him well again

"...I love you Layla" he whispered to her, Although she knew how he felt; This was the first time he spoke the words aloud to her...And she knew exactly what to say next


"..I love you too Matthew cheplone" she said his last name so cutely he almost melted into a puddle

"Did I tell you my last name?" he asked trying to remember if he did or not

"I found out from Eric, Your friend...The same Eric that's dating my mom" she said trying to give him a clue of how childish he was acting a minute ago

"...Wait, the same Eric that i jus-...I'm sorry honeysuckle" he said scratching his head nervously

"It's fine...I get it" she said pouting as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip

"I get that way sometimes, I'm not letting you get away from me honeysuckle" he whispered in her ear as she tugged at his hair, She loved the soft smooth feel of his dark brown curls, He growled lowly as she wiggled on his lap teasingly


"Since I am spending the night here" he started standing up with her wrapped around his waist

"Let's have some fun" Layla finished smiling evilly at him,

Matthew looked at her puzzled as he didn't expect her to say that

"Carry me to my room? she asked innocently, He thought maybe she wanted to cuddle up, So he smiled and walked her upstairs to her bedroom.


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