Don't touch me!

"Yeah, you can say that. Remember the friend I spoke to earlier on the phone, it's him." Roman answered sharply.

"But you seemed to also know him, do you mind telling me or did you lie to me ?" He asked, feigning a confused expression.

"Oh no, i--it's, not what you think. I'll explain to you but not now." Tiffany defended sharply, staring helplessly at him.

"It's fine." Roman smiled softly at her.

"Shut the fuck up, Roman !!!, " Brent's voice thundered, feeling agitated with the kind of emotions they were showing to themselves.

"Tiffany, get on the bike, let's go home."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Now !!"

"Never, Roman would take me home. First he needs to get his nose treated. " Tiffany said, with a tone of finality.

"The punch wasn't even severe, I'm sure he can take care of himself. Right now, get into the bike, let's go."

"Didn't I make myself clear enough ? I'm not going with you, not tonight ." Tiffany said not looking at Brent's face.

"Tiffy, it's fine. You can go with