Tiffany woke up to see Brent all dressed and ready go out. He knitted her brows, while seizing him up once more.
It was obvious the dude was still avoiding to look into her eyes. Tiffany swallowed the lump in her throat and walked up to him.
“Are seriously going to keep avoiding me?”
Brent chuckled, “avoiding you ? Who said I was doing that ?” He turned to look at her.
“What about last night ?” she said, slightly arching her brows.
“You needed rest.”
“You know that’s not true.”
“Can we not talk about this right now?. I’ll be meeting a friend today, I’m not sure but don’t miss me too much okay” he laughed and turned to leave.
“Whatever” Tiffany sighed and headed to the kitchen.
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After Brent read that message, sent to him by Laura he didn’t reply, but that didn’t stop the latter from calling and sending more messages.
Brent had no other option that to listen to what she had to say. He agreed on meeting her, just to know why she came looking for him.
Golden Pavilion,
Brent sat impatiently while waiting for Laura to arrive.
Indeed Golden pavilion was worth it’s name, the restaurant was beautiful and modernly decorated that it looked like a house on an island. Everything was screaming of wasted luxuries and wealth.
It wasn’t long before Laura walked in. Her sun kissed, wavy blonde hair stopping at her shoulders. She was tall and beautiful, with captivating eyes and charming face.
Laura could be said to be perfect.
She smiled sweetly, when she saw Brent and made way for the table where he sat. She sat down, her gaze roaming around the place than stopped at Brent’s sharp features.
“Jeez, i can’t believe I’m seeing this handsome face again. What can I say, you’re hotter.” Laura smiled.
Brent smirked and turned to look at her, ” What do you want ?”
“Ouch! Can’t you atleast ask how I’ve been all these while?” She said, feigning a hurt expression.
“You should know better than that. Why are you back and what do you want ?” Brent said, sounding impatient.
“Okay fine, I know I hurt you and played with your feelings…I’m sorry, I’m deeply sorry. Right now, i came back for you.” Laura said apologetically, her face pleading.
Brent chuckled and pinched his brows, “You’re being so dramatic right now, are you sick ? Do you need medical help ?” His serious voice was laced with mockery.
Laura knitted her brows in confusion, ” Brent I’m okay, I don’t need any medical help okay”
Brent looked at her for a while, before he started laughing, then again became serious, “If what you said earlier was a kind of joke, I suggest you don’t play it with me again. I want you to get the hell back to wherever you crawled out from and don’t come looking for me, never again!”
Brent stood up angrily, dropped see cash on the table and left.”You can order whatever you want, I’ll pay, I’ll pay this last time”
Laura wasn’t prepared for Brent’s angry outburst, she was in daze, watching his retreating back in silent and utter shock.
Just immediately he went out, she snapped out of it and ran after him, “Brent ? Hold on, I can explain everything”
She muttered running after him, but before she could get to him, he was already gone with his bike.
Tiffany was watching her favorite show in the sitting room, when she noticed Brent’s presence in the room. At first she pretended not to notice him, after some minutes she noticed something was off with him. Getting ready for the second rejection in half a day, she stared unwavering at him.
“What’s up ? Did you fight with your friend? You look scary” she asked, her eyes still glued on him.
After what seemed like a century, and yet no reply from Brent, who sat blankly on one of the couch.
“Brent, I’m talking to you. Can you atleast say something?”
“Do I have to explain everything damn thing to you ? Just know when someone doesn’t want to talk and let them be.” He hissed angrily and headed to his room.
Her stomach churned, once again, Tiffany’s hope we’re so high that they fell, crashing on the floor. At this point, she vowed to never talk to him, not after what he said.
Though she was angry, she couldn’t help the curiosity of knowing which friend it was that pissed him off so badly, that he had to take it out on her.
Blame her curious self.
Tiffany took her phone to call Roman, after few minutes of dialing his number, he picked up.
“Roman?”
“Hey, Tiffany ? How you doing ?”
“Fine I guess. Uhhm, did you meet with Brent ? I mean this morning, did you have a friends gathering ?” She said, unsure of how to put it.
“No at all. Did that asshole leave you home all by yourself?”
Tiffany smiled, hearing pissed voice that was laced with care.
“You’re speaking of me like a child. Of course I can take care of myself, I’m not a year old, Roman”
“No offence ma’am. Why do you ask about Brent ?”
“Well, he said he was going to meet with a friend. When he was back, he’s whole demeanor and mood was a mess, I don’t know.”
Roman was quick to connect the answer. “Fuck!” He cursed inwardly.
“All is know is that his ex is back, maybe he went to meet with her and for sure she’s a bitch. He might have, i don’t know, but do let him calm down.”
“Ex? Does Brent has an ex ? I-i-i thought he hasn’t had a serious thig with someone before ?” She said, confusion laced in her voice.
“All that were before Laura. Tiffany, this is complicated. You should ask him yourself, okay?”
With that Roman hung up.
Tiffany was left in utter shock. She wasn’t sure but she felt a heavy feeling surge through her.
Her stomach tightened as her grips on her phone tightened.
No way, was she going to let all this get into her head. But that was a lie.