The melodious music playing in the background made me pause. I looked around in one head turn and paused. Whether I believe it or not, I made it to the club! "Let's go inside," Luciano said distracting me from my small glimpse. As we stepped inside, the cooing breeze of the club blew strands of my hair behind. The inside was well decorated with a wooden sculpture and the tiles made the strobe light reflect. "This is beautiful!" I said with my voice a little louder. I was trying to talk audibly because of the noise from the background. "Hey pretty!" A lady said and walked past me. Her dress was revealing, sexy and oh my god.I turned behind me to look at her again but Luciano called me."Tiff listen to me!" He said."What?" I asked. "I think I'm enjoying this place." "Of course you are. Now listen, don't go far. I don't want to spend my night searching for you and I don't want you to drink at all or from anyone.""But—""That's the conditio
LUCIANO'S POV I watched the droplet of blood drop from his mouth as my men punched him. He was on his knees with his hands tied behind him. "Please—" he tried to say but before he could finish, another punch landed on his face. He coughed and in split seconds, he was spitting on the floor. "Asshole," I blurted as I walked closer to him and held his neck. "Tell me, do you love assaulting women?" He shook his head in disapproval and I gave a sign to my man Brad. Brad punched him in his stomach and he growled loudly. "That's for lying," I told him. I hated how disgusting it sounded but more than that, it irked me that he laid his filthy hands on Tiffany. My Tiffany! I've always saved other women from monsters and I couldn't stop wondering what could have happened to Tiff if I wasn't there. What would have being the schools headline and how many people I would then have to silence forever. She couldn't protect herself and tha
The moment my eyes opened, I blinked. It was a reflex action to confirm I was really awake. That I wasn't dreaming at all. Putting a drunk Tiffany to bed wasn't really the easiest task on earth. Not when I could remember very well a she had her body all over me yesterday. That was pretty sweet, I won't lie. I turned to my left and Tiffany was laying beside me. I raised my brow trying to remember how we managed to be on the same bed. 'Fuck!' I had no idea if I whispered or said that in my mind. A small smile crept on my lips cause it felt nice to watch Tiffany sleep. She had a funny way of sleeping but it was adorable and sexy at the same time. Damn. Her legs were wrapped up and her butt pushed to me. Her hands acted as a pillow rest and she laid there calmly with a blank look. Those lips. Tempting but I must last. I watched her turn to face me but her eyes were still closed. I could tell she was enjoying her sleep because of how sleepy an
I walked into the bathroom to take a piss. I held my flaccid dick in one hand and smiled. It felt good, too real to be true. 'That was epic' I just had sex with Tiffany and the best part was that she enjoyed it too. Although she didn't say anything about it but I knew it. Those scream, that shaking. A woman could fake the screaming but not that shaking. I could see it on her face. The way her face lit up as she moaned, the way her body jolted to my touch and the way her cheeks turned red when we came. It was all an experience for her and I was glad I made her experience it. I sighed audibly as I washed my face from the tap. Since we arrived London, it was the first time I was missing school for something worth it. "Tiffany" I said to myself. I've had to take care of bullshit and issues but none of them made me feel contended and happy like today. As I opened the door of the bathroom and walked to the table, I sat down. My laptop
I opened the wardrobe in search of a better jacket for my outfit. It was sort of cold so I needed something thick but not the usual jacket. My hands touched a blue jean and I settled for it. "Seem fair" I shurgged. I wore it on my shirt and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I ran my hands through my hair and a small gasp escaped my lip. "I look good" I needed to fix my room cause it looked like shit. It was so messy with my clothes on the bed, on the floor, and my laptop opened on the reading table. I turned to grab the clothes on the floor. It was the first I needed to take care of.No one would believe I was in a haste to go to school and that was why my room looked this messy."Shit," I scoffed when I realized they were all dirty clothes.There was no way i'd do the laundry now. Although I was going to fix the room by taking my dirty clothes, I wasn't going to wash them yet.I needed to be quick so Tiffany wouldn't have to wait for me. She w
My hands were on the steering wheel as I drove down the freeway. Tiffany wasn't saying much from the passenger seat and I didn't wonder why. She wasn't supposed to be always talking and that was okay. It could be she was thinking about what she did, maybe. And I somehow don't want to care. I pulled into the school parking lot and turned to look at Tiffany. She looked at me briefly and reached to open the door. She climbed out of the car and I watched her for a moment before I got out too and strutted my keys out. I held my backpack and walked inside the class. It was a bit rowdy when I walked in with some guys yelling at the top of their voice. This isn't Highschool for crying out loud! I thought college makes them better. I had no fucking idea what it was about and I didn't care to listen. I found my table and crouched to it. I dropped my bag beside me and slid out my phone. I was about checking my notifications when the lecturer
TIFFANY'S POV Assignments have always been my least favorite thing but i had no other option. But come to think of it, I have being doing different assignment, test, and exam as a kid! Pffff! So annoying. I sat on the wooden chair with my back stretched to the table. I wrote for a few more minutes before I dropped my pen on the table. I tried my best and I knew it was okay. I needed to drink water so I stood up. As I turned to leave, my phone buzzed. I grabbed the phone from the desk and checked the caller ID. It was my mom. "Mom?" I called. "Tiffany baby," she chuckled. "Don't tell me you were eating." "No no, I was uh— actually doing my assignments. They're so ducking much I have to spend my evening on them." "And why's that?"Silence followed. I didn't want to respond to that because I couldn't start explaining it all to her."Tiff I'm listening," she said.I scoffed. "Mom it's just —""Are you on detention again?" She asked with
Just like every other day, I was spending my evening sitting on this wooden chair with my eyes buried in my books. I can't afford to fail! Worse, my dad will kill me. Everything about schooling here was fun until it had to with writing assignments and tests. I felt like cry I flipped through the pages of my textbook and started at it blankly. I knew I had to finish up my assignments before Luciano would let me do anything else. Such an asshole! It wasn't as of he was doing anything right.It wasn't like he was being a jerk this time around. Although close to it, he just wanted to make sure I was going well.He didn't seem to show do much concern on anything other than my assignment and academic performance lately.I stretched to the table and took the cup there. I had a cup of coffee beside some sheets. I needed it to be hyperactive and concentrate.I took a sip from the cup and dropped the cup before turning to the book. My phone rang and I turned my head in the dir