“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...