What’s the point of bringing me back here, when you can have all the time you need with all your flings?” Tiffany spat, as soon as she came down from Brent’s bike. Anger etched on her face as she remembered how disheveled the girls from earlier looked.
Brent paused on his track and turned to look at her, his gaze hooded with raw emotions as they swept over her.
“My flings? What exactly are you talking about?”
“Don’t even try asking me questions that you know the answers to or try to deny the fact that I’m saying the truth.”
Brent chuckled, and turned around to continue walking, ignoring Tiffany to her rant.
Tiffany gulped hard, as he turned around, her chest tightening, as if she was being poked by some invisible needles. Her eyes stung with tears, as a result of her tightened chest.
She shook her head, trying to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.
Brent walked to the entrance and stopped, he turned around to see Tiffany still standing at the same spot. He frowned, wondering why her shoulders were trembling.
Just as he was about to go to her, she started coming, her head lowered. His frown got deeper as he heard her sniffling sound, when she got closer.
Brent let her walk inside first and he followed immediately, shutting the door behind him.
“Tiffy-” Brent called, as he pulled her to face him, her wet lashes blinking as she stared back at him.
“You’re crying?” “Come here” he said and pulled her into a hug, pressing her head against his chest.
As fast as he could blink, Tiffany pushed herself off him, “Get off me!”
Brent’s grip was still firm on her ankle, so she couldn’t leave for her room, as she wanted to.
“You’re just going to cry and push me off you?”
“Yes! And I’m going to do anything possible not to get close to you, not anymore.”
“Why? Because of Roman?”
“Don’t get Roman involved.”
“Is that why you went to sleep at his house, even when knowing he could actually seduce you into sleeping with him. Just to get away from me?”
“Roman isn’t like you and what do you think about me? I’m that gullible to sleep with anyone, because I slept with you?”
“That’s not how I think about you.”
“Then how? A desperate pussy that you can have whenever you’re in need of one?” Her eyes blurred with tears, as they ran down her cheeks.
“Tiffany!”
“Don’t call my name, just let go of my hand.” She sobbed, struggling to get Brent’s hand off her ankle.
“Tiffany, listen to me.” Brent said, using his free hand to lift her chin.
“I don’t see you In anyway like that, I don’t just come to you when I’m in need of you, you give consent to it. Trust me, I would never touch you if you don’t want me to.” Brent said, his voice husky and low, as his gaze met Tiffany’s gaze.
“Then why did you bring them?”
“Them?” Brent asked, seemingly confused.
“Yeah, the girls from earlier. I hate the fact that I feel this way, especially after knowing what you did with them. Why did you have to bring them to the house?”
Brent paused and fell silent, as he couldn’t find a way to explain about the ordeal of his sex life recently.
“Silent?” Tiffany smiled and nodded. She pulled Brent’s palm from her, but his grip were tight.
“You’re hurting my ankle.”
“I did nothing with them.” He suddenly spoke, brushing back the strands of hair that fell across her face, and their gaze intertwined once more.
“You want me to believe that?”
“Yeah. How can I even have sex with any girl, when your face keeps appearing on my mind, like you’re monitoring me. It literally makes me irritated and I end up chasing them away.” Brent sighed, rubbing his face.
He knew he shouldn’t be telling or explaining anything to Tiffany, but he felt like he must do it, like it was his responsibility.
Tiffany paused, her gaze washing over his face, which was now very close and she swallowed hard.
“You don’t mean any of what you just said.”
“I mean it, I.. I..”
Brent didn’t get to finish his words, as Tiffany used her free hand to pull his face closer and kiss him.
It was as if time stopped, Brent’s body heated up immediately, his whole body burning with desire, as his hooded gaze fixed on Tiffany’s wet lips.
Tiffany’s hands were now free, she pulled him closer again and kissed him, this time longer and wetter than the first.
“Tiffy-” his gruff voice called.
“Brent-” she half whispered, her voice low and mesmerizing.
“Fuvk-” Brent groaned and pulled her waist closer, roughly taking her lips in a demanding yet gentle and wet kiss.
Tiffany could feel his hard member poking her thighs, making her feel weak and intoxicated in his mouth.
Their moans and wet kiss filled the room, as Brent carried her further into the room, her legs wrapped around his waist.