All Chapters of Tiffany's Desire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was on my bed with my legs placed on the wall. I couldn't think of anything to do so I just remained there. I found some magazines on the table so I read them but that didn't stop the boredom. It's been two days and there's still no change in routine. I am sick and tired of having to do the same things everyday with Luciano. There was only one way to get him to do whatever I want and that's by agreeing to do what he wants. Luciano is wired in such a way that he enjoys being respected and honored. I gritted my teeth at the thoughts and paused. The fvck! "I just have to do this," I muttered to myself. "For the sake of my mental health." I was going insane from having a rigid and crazy routine here and I needed to do this. I sluggishly got up from the bed and grabbed a dress from the bed. I checked the dress and when I saw that the dress was sort of revealing, I tossed it. It wasn’t what I needed so I kept searching for a better dress. I grabbed a T-shirt from the wardrobe and

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

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

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

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