Won't You Lay Me Down Novels & Stories

"I am fine, I just need to lay down." Lisa did not stop her with more questions but let Layla walk away. Reaching her room, Layla went straight to bed, laid down on her comforting blanket, and closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed as she wondered why she was so worked up. She allowed herself to drift off into a restless sleep. She kept tossing and turning, unwilling to get up just yet. Eventually, she stood up, went to her bathroom, splashed water on her face, and retreated to her safe haven. LAYLA’S POV

♪Turn down the bed. ♪Turn down these voices♪ ♪Inside my head.♪ ♪Lay down with me;♪ ♪Tell me no lies.♪ Yet he told me lies, he lied to me. ♪Just hold me close;♪ ♪Don't patronize.♪ ♪Don't patronize me.♪ ♪Cuz I can't make you love me♪ My heart clench at the lyrics and I down the rest of the drink in one go. He really does want to die. I place my bottle back on the table with a loud thud, my body turning one eighty degrees to face the blond guy who seems to stop singing when his eyes catches mine.

He doesn't reply anything but bites down on his lips as if regretting what he just said. " C'mon..", I call again. He finally slide down the edge of the bed a bit hesitantly, causing me to smile. " And baby, grab a packet of those Lay's I brought yesterday." I tell him and he nods before grabbing a packet of yellow Lays lying on Gavin's bed. It's still Gavin's bed, cause nobody is actually using it.

He grinned, and suddenly grabbed my waist pulling me back fully into the couch, “What are you doing?!” “Shhhh….I'm sleepy” He whispered and the next second, he laid down on the couch with his head on my thighs, “Come on wifey, caress my hair and tuck me to sleep” “Mtch….” I hissed “Weren't you the one who wanted to N*****x and chil, why are you laying down now and trying to to sleep” “Come on Angel, I'm trying to be romantic, do you even know how to be romantic?”

she offers as she lays down on the bed with me. "Sounds good," I say with a smirk and kneel over her body. Tonight will be very fun.

I chuckled, laying down on my bed. “I'll be really busy tomorrow__” “I do not care, if you fail to come,you know the drill.”

I’m on my own. Tiredness washes over me as I lay down on my side as I bring my knees to my chest. I’m cold, so damn cold. I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

"What are you talking about? Cheryl, you know everything all along?" I smiled and looked into her eyes. "Yes, you are good at acting, but do you think I am a fool? You and Raymond's child will go to kindergarten later this year. If you don't want to lose your job and reputation, then stay here with me tonight.” After I said this, Jessie fainted. I sighed and pinched her palms, but there was barely a reaction, and she was very much still passed out. It was so boring. How could she miss the show? That was too kind on her.

Not moving. “Please—” “Please what,” he says against my skin. “Your mouth. Please. I need your mouth on me.” “Where,” he says. “You know where.” “Say it.” “Cain—” “Say it, Layla.” “My clit,” I say. “Please. I need your tongue on my clit.” “Since you asked nicely,” he says.

I quickly took off my clothes before getting under the bed cover. “Come on,” I prompted. “I don’t think Layla is asleep yet.” “She won’t be coming out anytime soon,” I assured, and when he hesitated I reminded him of his own words; “I can have you anywhere and anytime I want, remember? And I want you to fuck me, now.” “Your wish is my command.” *