It was late in the morning when Brent woke up. He glanced at the other side of the bed, but couldn’t find Tiffany, the bed was cold indicating that it had been long she left. He frowned, and called her name thinking she was in the washroom, but there was no response, he frowned and got down from the bed.
The other days, when they had a long night from their bedroom activities, he was usually the first to wake up and even prepare breakfast, but this time, he woke up late and didn’t find Tiffany on the bed. He went to the washroom himself, but she wasn’t there. After washing his face he went down to the living room, and there was still no sign of her.
His face contoured in worry, as he decided to check the kitchen, just before he could reach there, a mouth watering and stomach grumbling aroma wafted into his nose, making his stomach rumble in hunger. He smiled, knowing she must be the one cooking, but then again, who taught her how to cook?
Tiffany, who had her back turned against the kitchen exit, was busy preparing a meal, while humming and dancing along to the song playing on her phone. Brent walked in, and his lips widened with a smile, he rested his head on the door frame, and folded his arms. Although there were some of her clothes still left in the closet, she chose to wear his polo, which stopped above her knees, barely covering her thighs and while she danced, her plump butt shaked happily.
‘This woman’ Brent thought and went ahead to grab her waist, leaning his head into the crook of her neck and kissed her.
“Oh my, Brent? When did you get here? You just scared me.” Tiffany’s sweet voice rolled off sweetly as she spoke.
“Sorry.” Brent hummed.
“You woke up earlier, to make me breakfast??” He asked, his voice laced with teasing.
“You wish! I was hungry, so I got up to make food.” Tiffany said, shoving him off.
Brent chuckled, “Really? The food isn’t for me?”
“Yes!”
“You don’t love me anymore then. I’ll go make an order for food.” He moved away from her and was about to leave, when Tiffany laughed out loud.
“Don’t tell me you’re sulking, come on Brent.” She laughed, pulling him back.
“What?” Brent frowned.
“Fine, I was joking. You’re the one who is always making breakfast, food in total. So, I decided to cook for you this time, isn’t that sweet?”
“It’s cute. Are you done, I’m hungry already, or should I start with you?” He grabbed her waist again.
“No, not here, Brent I’m cooking!” She laughed, pushing away his advances.
Brent laughed, “Okay, okay, I won’t, just focus and pretend I’m not here, I’m still going to hold you tho.”
“Hmm, sure.” She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing earlier.
“But I’m curious, how did you learn your ways around the kitchen, hmm?”
“Brent, don’t insult me.”
“Of course I’m not. You clearly said it yourself earlier.”
“Well, I’m cooking now, learn it or not. We’ll find out when the food is ready. Besides, I learned from the best.” She laughed.
“And who’s the best?”
“You of course.”
“I thought as much.” He smiled and kissed her neck.
“So, what are you making?”
“Brent, you’re asking so many questions. Keep calm till I’m done.”
“Ok, ma’am.” He smiled, restraining it from escaping his lips.
It wasn’t long before the meal was done, Brent helped her to set the table and the food was dished.
“This is actually my first time trying out cooking, hope it tastes nice.” She smiled nervously, watching as Brent scoped a spoon of rice into his mouth.”
He frowned deeply as if the food wasn’t delicious, Tiffany palmed her face in disappointment. “Gosh! is it that bad? We can order another food.” She said worriedly, her eyes even moistening.
Brent suddenly laughed, and scooped more spoons into his mouth, “Don’t mind me, it’s very delicious. My baby made delicious food.”
“Are you sure it’s good? Don’t sugar coat it, so I won’t feel bad.”
“Trust me, I’m not. It’s delicious. Here, have a taste.” He said, bringing the spoon to her lips, which she opened and he scooped it inside.
“See, it’s delicious.”
“Hmm, it is.” She smiled, chewing the food he thought and hurriedly grabbed her spoon.
Few moments later,
“Are you leaving soon?” Brent asked, as he stroked Tiffany’s hair on his lap.
“Hmm, not yet. Oh hold on, I need to grab my phone, it’s in the room. My mom might have called.” She said and quickly got up from his laps and went to fetch her phone.
Brent’s gaze lingered on her back as she left, once she was out of his sight, he returned his gaze to the led television screen that was displaying a movie. Just then, he was distracted by the sound of his door bell, he sighed and got up and got the door. He opened the door, revealing Brenda’s face and he frowned immediately.
“Brenda? What do you want?”
“I know I wronged you and screwed our friendship, please let me in, I promise I only came to apologize.” she said apologetically.
Brent hummed and let her in, following behind her.
“So, what are you going to say? Brent, I’m really sorry for Brent, I didn’t mean what I did, what? Which of them?”
Brenda took a deep breath, as she sat down. “I’m so sorry, Brent. I.. I.. i never meant it that way, I never meant our relationship to come to this but still I couldn’t hold it in, my feelings for you.” Her coquettish voice said.
Brent shook his head. “You didn’t get it, did you?”
“What?”
“I have no feelings for you Brenda, we’re friends, just friends and anything apart from that I’m out.”
Tiffany who was on the stairs, heard voices but just before she could enter the living she saw Brenda and she frowned, returning back to watch and know why she came.
“But we’ve slept together, Brent.”
“And that was a one time thing, just once! I thought you should know me better than this, Brenda. We only became friends after the sex and it stayed that way. I’m sure Roman fucked you too and we’re friends too.”
Tears slipped from her eyes, as she stared at him, “But I have no feeling for Roman, it’s you that I want.”
“Oh come on Brenda, wake up, this is not going to work. I have someone, someone I love and that’s not you. I mean, you’re my friend and of course I care for you, but you know the difference between my love and love.”
“What about the night you kissed me in front of your ex, was it also caring for me?”
Brent ruffled his head and sighed, “I thought we agreed to it. To pretend we were dating so she wouldn’t make her ways up to me anymore.”
“It wasn’t the same for me Brent, I love you and I really do. You’re in my head every second, every minute, every hour, I do love you.” She said, closing the gap between them.
Brent clenched his jaw, as he shook his head and moved away from her. “Brenda stop this, don’t delude yourself. Stop living in your own imagination.”
“I’m not, Brent! I love you!”
“Can you stop this Brenda? Stop all these, it doesn’t suit you.” Tiffany’s voice echoed in the room, as she walked up to them.
Brenda frowned, she had thought, Brent was the only one around and could force herself on him, but again, it seemed her plan had been crashed again, especially by Tiffany’s arrival.