Just when Tiffany thought Brent was going to finger fuck her, he paused, staring at her. His eyes lingered with intense lust and desire. Then why did he stop?

She turned to get a better view of him, “Brent ?”

“Go to your room and get enough rest, okay.” Brent said, avoiding looking into her eyes.

Tiffany stared blankly at him, as her chest tightened. She didn't know, but she felt angry and heartbroken at that moment. Not wanting to stay in his room any more second, she hurriedly adjusted herself and left the room, slamming the door.

When Brent was sure she had left, he stood up and went...