"So what happened with your talk with Tiffany other than her slashing the shit out of your face?" She asked with sheer anger as she gently traced every wound that Tiffany's nails made on Andrei's face.
"She was mad, which was something that I had already expected. My timing was terrible but at the same time, cunning because I took advantage of the fact that Tiffany was occupied with how to lessen her mother's anger with what happened to her car," he arched his brow at Susan who smirked smugly when he talked about what happened to Tiffany's mother's car.
Andrei ran his fingers along Susan's naked back. "I wonder who used Tiffany's car as a canvas and made an exemplary abstract art on it."
Susan giggled and slapped Andrei's chest. "I have no idea," she said, hiding her face on his armpit.
