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Chapter 22: Drunkenly suspicious
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Tiffany's Desire Chapter 23
I dropped her bag but a part of me felt the urge to check it again. I opened the purse again and when I checked the first layer, I frowned. Hidden in her purse was the passport that Tiffany accused me of stealing. "Bitch," I cussed and slipped the passport into my pocket. I walked closer to the both of them and dragged Gladys up. She was stinking from too much alcohol and I couldn't stop her from whining. I sighed at the thoughts of things going wrong. If Massimo ever got hold of us, he would do crazy things and I couldn't afford to let that happen. Who was I kidding? Massimo is dead! It could be his father coming back at me but I know I... 'I feel I am crazy' I thought. My once bestie is capable of gruesome murders and a lot of criminal activities. Well, I am too but— "Common, let go of me," Gladys chuckled and turned but I held her hands tighter. No time for games. "Fun time is over," I said to her as I dragged her out of the
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 24
I was hard as fuck but I couldn't let this happen. Not when Tiffany's face is all I could see. "Get your filthy hands off me," I yikes and pushed her to the side. I saw the surprise look on her face and how her jaw dropped when she saw I had just rejected her sexual offer. I love the look on her face. I couldn't bring myself to doing anything or getting intimate with anyone who isn't Tiffany. I walked back to our apartment and strutted in the keys in the moment I got back. I pushed the door open and locked it behind me. "Tiffany?" "Tiffany???" I called louder. There was no response and I turned to look around. She was no longer in the spot I left her but she was on the floor a few miles away. "Oh my god, you're so wasted," I scoffed as I got closer to where she was. I took her am and places it on my shoulder as I picked her up from the floor. She had a small smile on her lips but she didn't say anything. "I'm
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 25
I walked out and for my apartment into the elevator. I pressed the fourth floor and waited. When the claws of the elevator opened, I strode out. A little cautious of my erection that was clearly visible against my shorts. I reached Gladys' door and it was wide open. I had no idea why her door was still open because I asked her to lock it. I looked around for anyone walking toward the direction but there was no one. I walked inside and carefully locked the door behind me. When I walked inside the sitting room, she was sitting on the floor with her eyes closed. I frowned because I couldn't fantom what was going on. I took a step closer and I saw it. She had a dildo stuck into her vagina and she was rubbing her clit simultaneously. "Ourgh, fuck.. Yes, ourgh." She kept moaning without even noticing my presence. Watching her only made my erection begin to hurt. I knew watching her was not a good idea but I loved to see it. She used
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 26
I laid on the bed with my leg crossed on the other. Random thoughts of how things were going flashed in my eyes and I felt so unfulfilled. The emptiness filled me and made me nauseated but I ignored how I was feeling and continued staring at the ceiling. I just noticed how different the pattern of the ceiling was. I ordinarily wouldn't pay attention to things like this. Boredom! When I got tired of thinking of how discontented I was, I sighed. Father always said I could be whatever I wanted if I took away the emotions. It made sense for a while till it no longer did. I am human! It hurts!! I should be able to know what I want to and not what he feel I should want!!! Removing the emotions meant removing the passion and what was music without passion. 'Odio tutto!' I groaned 'Yes! I hate everything' A small smile crept on my lips as I thought of my life as a musician. It came with so much freedom that I wanted. "Oh shit," I cussed when I lo
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 27
Sometimes I wondered if Tiffany ever took her time to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was perfect and I was beginning to see it with each day that passed. Everything about her face was in proper structure and she would never need a surgery to get anything right. The only thing I hated about her face was the way she was looking at me now. She made it seem like I was doing something wrong and I needed redemption. My life would always need remeption. There was something about the way she looked at me that made me scowl whenever I was responding to her. This time, she looked concerned but I had no idea why. I wasn't a jerk back there and I didn't even feel any adrenaline rush when I was helping her into the bathtub. Was there anyway I misbehaved? I was sure I didn't. I was wondering though, does she remember anything from that night? I knew she would say something if she remembered so I brushed the thought off and just focu
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 28
Despite trying to hold back the tear drop, it fell down. I wiped off my eyes immediately. I was breaking down and I needed my father but he wasn't anywhere near me to help me get through this. Well, it wasn't as if he had ever being around to be for me. All I could think of was his voice telling me 'men don't cry. "Only useless men cry, Luciano." That's what he'd always say and that made me unable to lower my walls and cry. Something deep down was letting me know that I was gradually going useless but I can't let that happen. I checked the phone one last time but there was still no call or response from him. I turned the phone off and I checked my pocket but it was empty — "fuck!" I panicked. I quickly began searching around for my gun and my heartbeat increased. I need that Fvcking gun!There was no way I would feel safe without my gun and now it was missing, all I could think of was where to search for it. "Where the fuck are
Tiffany's Desire Chapter 29
Another day abother emptiness! I couldn't help but randomly remember him. My father and why the hell he wasn't taking my calls. I'm just being concerned cause a part of me needs to confirm he's safe. I know he's okay though. The notification of an alert sent to my phone made me aware of that. He sent some money into my account but wouldn't pick up his goddamn phone. He wouldn't want to know if I was still well or in Coma. He wouldn't want to know how I was feeling or if I needed his help with something. I scoffed at the thoughts and decided to try again. Maybe he was busy at that time and couldn't respond to the calls. I dialed his number and set the phone on my ear as I listened to the phone ring. I breathed out when the call disconnected. It was a bad network server, I assumed. 'You have reached me, you know what to do' That damn recorded voice said. I tried for the second time and when the call didn't connect, I slipped the phone back into
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TIFFANY'S POV I had to turn my face away cause I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes. Did he really want to know that? It was the simplest question I've ever been asked. I felt the urge to tell him yes and tell him he's the only one who has had such effect on me. The only one who has made me wet without fucking me. I could easily say that but I didn't. Instead, I stood up and walked past him. "I am hungry, I'll make something." I said as I walked away. I took a deep breath as I walked away from his presence but I knew he would follow me. I wasn't wrong because as I walked into the kitchen, he followed and leaned on the wall. "Ain't you tired of that yet?" He asked pointing to the cereal I was holding. "No." I turned my attention back to the plate and poured some. "Not when it's the easiest meal over here." "I see," he said. "Wouldn't you make for me too?" "You can help yourself," I blurted and turned away. "Self
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