Summer Love ~ L.P.
Chapter 10
Wetumpka, Andy’s POV
While I was taking my nap, my phone rang again. It was Niall. “Hello?”
“Hey, love. It’s Niall. How are you?” Niall asked in that sexy Irish accent.
“I’m good, you?”
“Me too. We’re in Toronto. I just wanted to hear your Swedish accent again.”
“Aww…well, have fun on the US leg of the tour!”
“We will.”
“Uh…do I hear talking in the background? It sounds like Harry’s angry about something.”
“Oh, yeah. Liam’s mum won’t let him date Jessalyn because she thinks he raped her.”
I laughed. “That’s ridiculous!”
“Yeah, and Harry’s chewing her out right now about Liam not being a rapist.”
“Well, I hope she lets him see her!”
“Me too. Liam’s crazy about her.”
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Toronto, Liam’s POV
“So, now that you’ve heard Harry out, are you gonna let me see Jessalyn?” I asked after the phone was passed to me.
Mum sighed. “Yes, I’ll let you see her. But don’t you DARE have sex with her before she’s eighteen!”
“I won’t, Mum. You should meet her someday. She’s really sweet.”
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Turin, Layla’s POV
Today is the day my ex, Bruce, drops off our daughter Rhiannon. We have joint custody of her after we broke up last year. I haven’t told her yet, because she’s too young at only two.
“Here she is,” Bruce said when I opened the door to reveal him holding Rhiannon.
“Hey, Ree-Ree! Have you been a good girl?” I asked her, taking her from Bruce.
Rhiannon nodded, her brown curls bouncing up and down.
“Ready to go to beddie-bye?”
Rhiannon shook her head no.
“Well, too bad, because you need your beauty rest!” I took her upstairs and started her bath while I undressed her.
After her bath, I sang Rhiannon to sleep. I always sing the Italian song my mom used to sing to me when I was a baby. She was just drifting off to sleep when my phone rang. I kissed Rhiannon goodnight and answered it.
“Hey, it’s Harry,” Harry said.
My heart jumped. It always does that whenever I hear Harry’s voice. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Talk dirty to me.”
I giggled and left the room, closing the door behind me. “Your dick is as juicy as a large Italian sausage, and I wanna lick it up until it’s dry.”
We proceeded to have phone sex for the next hour until I heard Liam ask Harry what the bloody hell he was doing. “Hold on, love.” Then, I heard a faint, “I’m having phone sex with Layla!” There was some talking between Liam and Harry, and then Harry came back on and said, “I gotta go. I’ll text you later tonight.”
“Okay, bye.”