He made her Cry

Tiffy showered quickly and sat by the mirror stand, ready to get herself all prepared for the party.

Soon she was dressed beautifully in a red fur strapless gown that had a slit below her knees, exposing her smooth and delicate thighs.

Ready and all set, she took her bag and strode out from the room.

Brent was seated calmly on the couch, staring at his phone, while waiting for Tiffany.

He seemed to hear her steps lounging forward, and looked up.

Tiffany smiled as soon as she walked into the living room and saw Brent staring at her, unsure of what to say, she could only smile.

Her smile was so beautiful that Brent couldn't bear to look away, his gaze swept her whole body, his eyes filled with proudness and uncertain emotions.

Indeed Tiffy was very beautiful in every dress, her snow white skin glowed more under the red dress she wore.

She looked taller, in the black leather thigh boots she was wearing, which fitted her outfit, making her appear more like a mini Taylor Swift.

Brent found himself unable to retract his gaze from her beautiful face. Though she was putting on makeup, it was light and made her beauty more classy and enchanting.

Tiffy was always confident with her looks and figure, but the intense gaze Brent was giving her made her feel nervous.

She felt Stark naked under his heated gaze.

"My bad, am I that overdressed ?. '' Tiffy said, as she walked forward.

Swaying her hourglass shape. Her dark long hair trailing down her waist.

Brent smacked his lips and awkwardly looked away, feeling embarrassed.

"N-no, your outfit is okay. Just didn't recognize you a few seconds ago. Hehe, poor me." He said, getting up from the couch.

Tiffy smiled checkley and seized him up, as soon as he stood up.

Brent was dressed in a hip hop outfit, making him look more stylish and sexy.

One would mistake him for a hot male celebrity, if he were to be seen by some group of girls who adored beautiful men.

He was already confident in his figure and looks. Always dazzling in all the outfits he was in.

"I bet you're going to be the center of attention tonight." Tiffy whined, purposely teasing him.

"It's normal. You're uncle is always handsome and hot " he said, picking up the bunch of keys from the couch.

"If anything were to kill you, it's Narcissism !!" Tiffy sneered and brushed past him.

Brent : curse!!, Why did you have to become my niece...

He cursed as Tiffy brushed past him. He couldn't help but seize her up again, hiss !!.

It was already so dark, outside Brent's apartment. But the lights from the building made the environment bright.

Tiffany stared around the whole environment unsure of where to go, with no option left she halted, waiting for Brent to come out.

The tall, handsome man strode out elegantly, with a proud smile on his face, which looked more like a smirk.

He tied his hair neatly in a ponytail, the piercings in his ears making him look more like a gang leader.

His looks made him always stand out amongst women and even men who envied his looks.

Under the bright lights, his dark brows arched a little, as he glanced at Tiffy who looked away almost immediately.

He chuckled slightly and strode towards his power bike. He took out the two helmets, handed one to Tiffy while putting on the other one.

His movement was Slow and eye-catching, as he climbed on the bike.

Vuvuvuvuvuvu !!!!!!!!

Vuvuvuvuvuvu !!!!!!!

The bike roared as he ignited it, he nodded to Tiffy to climb on. Though his driving techniques were awesome and captivating, Tiffy couldn't help but feel a bit scared of how fast and reckless his driving was.

She seemed to say a small prayer before climbing on the bike. Trying to adjust her position, Brent's bike sped off.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!," Tiffany's voice trailed off amidst the air, as she screamed in fright.

Having to accomplish his mission, Brent slowed down a bit and laughed hard, feeling her whole body glued to him so tightly that nothing could separate them.

He was sure Tiffy was scared out of her wits, her grips on him, was solid evidence.

Tiffy was so scared that tears formed in her eyes. She didn't expect Brent to take off so fast.

Her breaths were still uncomposed as she tried to steady herself, meanwhile also finding her voice.

"What was that ? Are you trying to get me killed ? If you actually wanted to die, you should die alone and don't involve me !!." She screamed loudly.

Not sure if he heard it or not, because her voice kept trailing off in the air.

Brent's shoulders seemed to shake violently, indicating that he was laughing.

Tiffy felt more pissed off and couldn't help but bite his shoulders.

"What's so funny, I'm talking about my life here, a-and.... "

" Here we go again....."

Brent's hazy voice interrupted what she was about to say. She heard him say something but didn't understand what he said. She was about to ask him what he was saying.

Vuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!,

His bike sped off again, making Tiffy curse in anger.

"You !"

Tiffany's chest heaved up and down in anger, as she swallowed all the words she was going to say to Brent.

Brent sensed her anger, and slowed down once more, though his slowing down couldn't be actually called a 'slow down'.

Although she liked bikes, and enjoyed riding on them. His skill that night was so absurd that she was scared out of her wits.

It wasn't like that when they went to the mall earlier, at least it was a broad day and he didn't take her unawares just like now.

"What, are you that scared ?, I thought you were happy in the afternoon ...?" Brent's voice fell through.

Deep down Tiffany wanted to argue with him and even cursed him. But she didn't dare to say anything to Brent or even reply to him.

"Don't want to talk to me, huh ?. Fine, stay angry, I'll keep driving faster." He said, grinning.

Tiffy: "...."

Still not getting a response from Tiffany, Brent accelerated faster, scaring her out of her wits.

Wuwuwu...,

Brent's bike screeched loudly and halted, when he noticed Tiffany's trembling shoulders.

She's crying....

"Shit !," Brent cursed under his breath, as he pulled away the helmet from his head, exposing his black shining hair, under the bright moon.

He turned sharply to look at Tiffany, who was sobbing behind him.

"Tiffy..." He called out, making his voice as soft as it could be, raising up her chin.

Tiffany pulled his hands away, about to climb down the bike, when Brent beat her to it, pulling her into his sturdy chest.

"I'm sorry. Didn't know you were this scared. I'm sorry okay..." he mumbled leaning closer to her neck.

Tiffany felt her body tensed up, when he suddenly pushed her into him.

Although she didn't want to talk to him again, even when he sped off, almost making her heart leap out of her chest.

She was so angry that she didn't notice tears rolling down her cheeks. When she felt her face was wet and cold, she touched it and saw it was tears.

She was crying, but why ?. Before she could think of a good reason behind the tears, her shoulders trembled and she began to sob.

Brent was still unsure of how to coax her and make her stop crying.

His plan wasn't to make her cry. He just wanted to get her scared, but he ended up messing up everything.

"Fvck !!!!."