16
Vance
Someone is banging on the door.
“f*****g Jagger.” I roll back over, grabbing my free pillow and covering my head.
“Hello, that’s my pillow,” a soft voice says and then soft fingers touch my stomach. “We have a problem.”
I whip the pillow off my head and turn over.
Layla. Yes. Layla. We f****d four times last night. Everything rushes to the forefront of my mind and I sit up, the sheet twisting around my leg.
I stare at the door and Layla giggles.
“Mommy!” Payne screams on the other side of the door.
“Ma?” a sweet voice says from inside the room and I jump out of the bed. The twisted sheet around my leg catches me and I fall buck ass naked head first to the hardwood floor.
Layla’s laughing so hard when she peers over the edge of the bed that her entire face is lit up like
