Tiffany gasped in utter shock, standing in front of the mirror, staring at her body, which exposed the evidence of sleeping with Brent.

There were pink marks all over her body, glaring angrily at her. She smiled and slipped into the tub.

When she was done bathing and dressing into the clothes for Brent she took. One glance at the mirror, she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips.

She was really small compared to Brent, but still looked cute and homie in the outfit. She packed her hair into a bun and walked out of the washroom.

Brent was seating on the bed, eyes focused on his phone...