All Chapters of MAKE ME YOURS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“So Roman was gonna ask you out and you didn't even bother to let me know, Is that fair?”Tiffany remained silent, while she stared at Brent with confusion etched on her face.Brent realized that she wasn't saying anything and might not say anything, he shook his head.“I'm sorry, it's your life, do whatever you want with it.” He nodded, with that he turned around and left.Tiffany took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on his back till he was out of sight. She couldn't understand what exactly was wrong with him.After he suggested that they should stop everything that was between them and let their relationship be normal like that of an uncle and niece.Tiffany had been trying her best to suppress her feelings, even though it pained her heart, especially when she saw him flirting and making out with other girls.Roman was a good guy, he was ready to hear anything she had to say to him, he cares for her. It was obvious that he had feelings for her, but Tiffany doesn't feel the same way fo

Tiffany ran along the road, unsure of where she was going. Her vision was blurred with tears, as her heart ached. The least she expected from Brent, was to bring his whores back to the house.It was enough that he made out with them, whenever he went out and also sex chats with them, but bringing them to the house even after he had sex with her last night, completely broke her heart.Tiffany thought loving someone meant she could endure any and everything from them, but she couldn't, she couldn't ignore or deny the fact that she was hurt. It only meant that he saw her as a hole he could stick his dick into, anytime he felt tipsy. She stopped when she could no longer run again, she bent down and cried into her arms. Oblivious of the stares thrown at her, she got up and wiped her eyes, her mind made up with any decision she made within herself.Tiffany took out her phone from her bag and dialed Roman's number, it wasn't long before the Call went through.“Uhhm, Hi.” She said, trying

What's the point of bringing me back here, when you can have all the time you need with all your flings?” Tiffany spat, as soon as she came down from Brent's bike. Anger etched on her face as she remembered how disheveled the girls from earlier looked.Brent paused on his track and turned to look at her, his gaze hooded with raw emotions as they swept over her.“My flings? What exactly are you talking about?”“Don't even try asking me questions that you know the answers to or try to deny the fact that I'm saying the truth.”Brent chuckled, and turned around to continue walking, ignoring Tiffany to her rant.Tiffany gulped hard, as he turned around, her chest tightening, as if she was being poked by some invisible needles. Her eyes stung with tears, as a result of her tightened chest.She shook her head, trying to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.Brent walked to the entrance and stopped, he turned around to see Tiffany still standing at the same spot. He f

“Hi Tiffany, what's up with you? You okay?” Roman's worried voice asked, as soon as the call was answered.Tiffany glanced at Brent, who was gently stroking her hair, while she laid on his laps, she smiled softly and looked away.“Hi Rome, I'm good, You?” “I'm fine. I was worried about you the other night, I tried calling you but it wasn't going through. Hope things are cool?”Tiffany's smile grew wider, which seemed to irritate Brent, as he stopped patting her hair and listened to their conversation.“Awwn, you're such a worry-head. Anyways I'm okay, doing great, as always.” She laughed.Roman seemed to laugh too, “Is Brent there?”“Uhhhm…” Tiffany glanced at him, waiting for a no or yes. He nods and grabs the phone from her hands.“When did you become so caring to even ask about me?”“Ohh common Brent, you've been extremely different these few days. But, hey, that's not why I asked about you.”Tiffany couldn't the laugh that was etched on her lips although the time Brent and Roman

Tiffany was dressed in denim baggy pants and a loose blue jersey polo. She packed her hair into a lazy bun, leaving a few curly strands to fall out. “I left some clothes in there, I will use it as an excuse to come over,” she smiled, eyeing Brent as he carried her luggage.“When and when will you visit?” She asked, trailing besides Brent as he grabbed his keys and headed out.“Whenever I miss you. I've told you, don't worry too much, I'll come to you okay?” She nodded excitedly, her heart filled with warmth. Brent paused in his steps, he dropped her luggage and pulled her into a hug, “Be good, okay?”She raised her face to meet his gaze, which was on her. Brent was much taller than Tiffany, she couldn't kiss him directly, apart from tiptoeing or Brent bending down a bit. She smiled and tapped on her lips, “Here, kiss me.” Brent smirked, his arms still coiled around her waist, as she pushed against his sturdy body, “Yes ma'am” he murmured, and lowered his head to capture her lips.