Tiffany ran along the road, unsure of where she was going. Her vision was blurred with tears, as her heart ached. The least she expected from Brent, was to bring his whores back to the house.
It was enough that he made out with them, whenever he went out and also sex chats with them, but bringing them to the house even after he had sex with her last night, completely broke her heart.
Tiffany thought loving someone meant she could endure any and everything from them, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t ignore or deny the fact that she was hurt. It only meant that he saw her as a hole he could stick his dick into, anytime he felt tipsy.
She stopped when she could no longer run again, she bent down and cried into her arms. Oblivious of the stares thrown at her, she got up and wiped her eyes, her mind made up with any decision she made within herself.
Tiffany took out her phone from her bag and dialed Roman’s number, it wasn’t long before the Call went through.
“Uhhm, Hi.” She said, trying to sound normal.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, uhh…about earlier. I’m ready to be your girlfriend, I will be your girlfriend.” she said, mocking her own voice.
Roman frowned, obviously shocked and not expecting her sudden change of mind. He was speechless, as he couldn’t think of anything to say.
“You’re not saying anything, don’t you love me anymore? Did you change your mind already, because I said no?” She babbled, her eyes clouding with tears.
“No, that’s not it. Okay, are you home now?”
“No, I don’t even know where I am, I’m stuck in the middle of an endless track road.” she chuckled sadly.
“Ok, hold on, I’ll come to you.”
“No, send me your address, I’ll come to you. I don’t know the address of where I am.”
“Alright, hold on.”
After an hour, Tiffany still hadn’t gotten any address from Roman, she was about to him, when a car honked at her. She turned to see Roman inside his car, he smiled widely, exposing his white and neatly arranged teeth.
“Rome? How did you-”
“I tracked your phone, that’s pretty easy.” he winked. “Get in the car already” he smiled, pushing the door open for her.
“Ohh right. Thank you.” She said, pausing her lips into a deep thin line.
“Is Brent home? I’m sure he’d get mad if he saw me drop you off.”
“That’s his problem, and you’re not taking me there. I’m going to your house, bring me there.”
Roman paused and looked at her, his gaze lingered on her face for a while, before he looked away and focused on the road.
“Now I’m curious to know why you changed your mind about being my girlfriend. You made it obvious that we were better off as friends than lovers.”
Tiffany bit her lips and lowered her gaze, she was about to lie, and can’t look him in the eyes.
“What if I told you, I lied earlier? I thought about it and decided to give us a try, who knows? We might work out.” She laughed awkwardly, hating her own voice.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you into this. It’s true that I love you, but I don’t want to be selfish, I want you to choose me yourself.” Roman said, staring at her through the rear mirror.
“I’m sure, Rome. Let’s give it a try. And about Brent, I don’t think he’ll do anything, but if you’re not cool with him finding out, then I’m cool with keeping it a secret.”
“Alright.” Roman nodded, his face beaming with smiles.
Roman is the only way she could escape Brent’s constant torment on her heart.
At least he will distract her from Brent and maybe suppress her feelings for him.
As much as Tiffany knew that, suppressing her feelings for Brent was a mission impossible, she could use Roman to get herself away from him.
Yeah, her plan was selfish, but that’s the only thing she could think of. Tiffany glanced at Roman, an apologetic and hurt expression flashed past her eyes, as she muttered “I’m sorry.” Under her breath.
It wasn’t long before Roman’s car pulled up in front of an apartment and halted. He came down and helped Tiffany out of the car, she laughed as it wasn’t really necessary.
Tiffany was at least happy, Roman’s apartment was nice and comfortable, it was large and spacy.
Unlike Brent’s black marble floor, Roman’s marble floor was white.
“Fuck! What’s happening to me, Comparing Brent and Roman?” Tiffany sighed, taking a deep breath as she sank into the sofa in Roman’s living room.
“Hmm, soft.” She hummed in satisfaction.
Roman smiled, “Welcome to my place, what can I get you?” he said, spreading his hands just like how the waiters In a restaurant do.
Tiffany laughed, “Uhmm, do you have tequila, we could start from there.”
Roman frowned, “Tequila? You’re not serious. You’re not having tequila.”
“Oh come on, that’s what I ordered.” She said, still smiling.
“Ok, but ma’am we don’t have tequila, I can get you something else.”
“Fine, get me anything which includes meatballs.” She nodded, with arched brows.
“Alright ma’am, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Tiffany laughed, with that Roman left for the kitchen.
It’s been five hours and Tiffany wasn’t home yet, Brent was worried. He kept calling her number, but after it rang, she wouldn’t pick up.
When he couldn’t get to her, he decided to call Roman’s number, since he was the only one he could think of.
Even after multiple ringing, Roman won’t take his calls.
“Shit! Tiffany!” He cursed, ruffling his hair.
He grabbed his keys from the desk, just when he was about to hop onto his bike, a message came into his phone.
Brent frowned and brought out his phone from his pants pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw it was a message from Tiffany, his Interest was piqued.
Hey Brent, I won’t be back home tonight. I’m at my friend’s place, so you don’t have to worry about me walking into your whores or interrupting your pleasure.
You can bring in as many as you want, goodnight.
Brent quickly dialed her number, but it was now switched off.
“Tiffany, you won’t dare to sleep outside.”
He slipped his phone back into his pocket and ignited the bike, causing it to roar loudly, with which he drove off.