Tiffany And Cedric Novels & Stories

A cruel vow it was, but was she not already an orphan unwanted by her actual parents? Tiffany continued to hold her act as she lamented her terrible fate of being misunderstood and unloved by her loved ones. ‘Since she’s so into her act, why not make it happen for her?’ Charmine mused to herself as her lips curled into a smirk. “I would’ve fallen for your act, but sadly, I have evidence here.” With that, she tossed a stack of photos toward Tiffany. The photos were taken backstage of the Mercedes Auto Show: A photo captured the exchange of looks between Tiffany and Veronica, another photo captured the evil look on Tiffany’s eyes watching Veronica, and one was showing Tiffany transferring the

Cedric complimented sitting down. "Thanks." She replied gratefully. Cedric took a spoon of it, and his eyes grew. "Wow, it tastes very good." He complimented. She giggled slightly. "Thank you." She said shyly. They ate silently till half of the plate was eaten. "Were you ever in a relationship with that Austin guy?" Cedric asked. It kinda threw Tessa back as she wasn't expecting that question, she thought he must have already known. "No," Tessa replied.

********** NIGHT** Mafias, business tycoons, CEOs and lots more all gathered in the Strong mansion The party is the true definition of the word classy. With exotic drinks here and there. Rich mfs walking in with their wives or mistresses or concubines with them Amongst this were Tiffany and Crystal. Her steps were classy and stylish as she walked in. Lots of comments ranted the air and she made sure to swag her backside. Of course Crystal was with her. They both held each other arms like lovers "Kinda nervous "Tiffany mouthed "Seriously? Never knew you were the shy time"he cheeked

I said. "Common man, opportunities like this are rare." "I've gotta go," I said slowly backing away. "Fine with that dude," He said and raised his hands. Pretty sure some of those bitches got STDs. Then I saw Allen and Ciara seated behind the bar counter and laughing. "Allen, you seen Tiffany?" "Nah," Allen replied. "Yeah, saw her down the hallway some moments ago," Ciara said. "Wasn't asking you." I snapped. "A thank you would have been better." She gritted her teeth.

Isla told her, shivering in disgust. “Who?” Calypso queried. She didn’t know anything about a ‘she-devil’. Ivy scoffed. “Oh? He hasn’t told you about her? He probably didn’t see the need to since she was such a waste of time.” “You’re still not saying anything dumbasses! Her name was Tiffany. That girl was a desperate leech and a bitch. She and Charice were best friends, despite their age gap, so you can imagine what I mean by bitchy. She’s one person I hope you never have to run into,” Cassidy was the one to explain.

Maia giggled and teased, "Cedric, I didn't know you liked carrying me so much." "Yes, and I also like sleeping with you." While Cedric carried her back to the resort, about a hundred meters away, Maia spotted a charming figure pressed against a well-built man. "Isn't that Tiffany, who was with Fiona before?" Maia looked at the woman, whose laughter was charming, and then at the man beside Tiffany. "Is that the president of Freedom Entertainment?" "Yes," Cedric affirmed. "When did Tiffany get involved with Freedom Entertainment? She has always been with Fiona. Judging by their appearance, they seem to be leaving the resort." Maia murmured.

“What about your fiancee?“ she asked, her voice in a low tone. “Would this be too much of a feat for her?“ A low growl sizzled in my throat at her words. “Ciara's out of town. She's on a fucked-up philanthropist work.“ I said, still infuriated by how devious that bitch was. She was supposed to go take care of the flooded Ice-pack. But instead, Ciara had invited the media, engaging in countless interviews and announcing to the whole world that she was my kryptonite and we would be hitting the aisle pretty soon. She was such a social climber, using me as her perfect ladder up to the world of relevance and popularity. “I've been watching the news. Are you both in love as much as she portrays?“

Just before Vincent signed the final page, he paused and looked up at Tiffany again. “One last thing,” he said. “Who exactly are you?” The question hung in the air. I felt every eye in the room shift to her. Tiffany met Vincent’s stare without hesitation. “Tiffany,” she answered evenly. “Tiffany Reese.” Then, after the briefest pause, she added, “I’m Mason’s… girlfriend.”

Tiffany wasn't left out as she cried out, their climax crashing hard on them. Brent released inside her, with slow thrust, making sure none to stuff her vagina with his fluid. She kissed her, still not pulling out, Tiffany chuckled, kissing him back, and slowly whispered, “I love you Brent.” Before she blacked out. “I love you too,” he murmured, kissing her tear-stained lashes. When Tiffany woke up it was already past morning, she yawned, stretching her body, her gaze fell on the side of the bed, not finding Brent, she smiled and grabbed her pillow, tossing around on the bed, her face flushed red.

“They’re asking about your marriage.” I looked at Tiffany. “What did they find?” Ethan’s answer made my blood run cold. “They have photographs of Tiffany meeting Leon.” I stared at my wife, and suddenly, the scandal had become something far more dangerous.