Sweetly Tempted. Part 12

Layla's POV

I rifle through my garments now, looking for the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit I can find. A micro mini skirt and a V-neck top, both of which are two sizes too small for me. I grew out of them sophomore year, but I can still squeeze into them and show off plenty of cleavage and leg.

I survey my appearance in the mirror and decide I look perfect for hitting up a club. In fact, there’s one down the street that the squad has been begging me to go to with them.

Jay won't look at me, so I should be able to walk out of the house dressed like this, right? And he won't dare say anything in front of my father because he doesn’t want Dad to know about our relationship. He’s ashamed of us.

A pang of guilt hits me because I know I'm only doing this to goad him, but dammit, he hurt me. It hurts that he won't look at me. I thought what we had was special, but Jay is treating me like a dirty little secret, and it cuts me to the quick.

I wipe