The kiss began slowly, but soon it turned demanding, forcing all her sentimental thoughts out of her mind.
Stefan was more robust and strong than her, who had no experience kissing. She could not keep up with him and she was messy and feverish. But even though she was the one who was lacking, she did not stop smooching him.
Stefan's mind was blown the instant he slid his tongue into her cave and tasted her vanilla-flavored saliva.
She was incredible, and he wanted to suck every last bit of her when he felt his tongue rolling around in her mouth.
'Fuck! How come she tastes so good? he thought to himself as he continued to eat her like a course meal.
Stefan pressed his body against her and bit her lips until they turned scarlet from the assault. Why does she taste so delicious? he thought to himself as he continued to eat her like a course meal.
He was on the verge of losing his mind because he was becoming so dependent on them.
Ella began to squirm beneath him, her chest puffing as she lost patience with the force.
Her lungs were being completely deprived of oxygen by Stefan's overwhelming stamina, making it difficult for her to breathe. Even though she wanted to go on, her body could no longer handle it. She would pass out at this moment if he didn't stop.
The sound that muffled his desire caused him to release his hold on her wrists. Ella abruptly stopped and began to struggle beneath him. And it soon dawned on him.
Stefan drew back and discovered Ella asleep beneath him.
The lack of oxygen he sucked out of her made her chest heave up and down.
She was motionless, her face flushed from the kiss's aftereffects.
"Is she okay?" he asked himself in his head as he watched her motionless state with concern.
Grr...
Ella:"..."
Stefan:"..."
Embarrassed, Ella yanked Stefan away from her and dashed across the bed to dash into the restroom.
THUD!
Stefan was stunned as he watched the scene play out before his ears picked up a sound like someone yelling from the bathroom.
Ahhhh.
****
Tiffany, meanwhile, arrived home later than expected and saw her father sitting on the couch, seemingly watching television.
"What took you so long?" he asked, flicking off the television as soon as he saw her.
Tiffany abruptly stopped and gave Jacob a scathing glare, saying, "Why do you care? Just mind your own business."
Jacob, who had been sober all day, scoffed at his daughter's haughty remarks.
"Just because I remain silent and allow you to disparage me, does not mean you will continue to disrespect your father." Jacob voiced his discontentment with a straight face.
With her hands crossed and her full face turned toward him, she questioned, "And what have you done to earn my respect?"
"A person as irresponsible as you does not require respect from anyone. Therefore, you had better watch what you say before I lose it." Tiffany gave a warning and turned to walk away.
"You genuinely are my daughter. Stubborn and fierce, but believe me when I say that this behavior of yours will not benefit you in the long run, then you must thoroughly work on it," he paused before speaking up.
Her attention was drawn to him when he said, "I know what you are up to these days," and she stopped.
Jacob laughed, stood up, and approached her cautiously.
"You want to get that boy named Gabriel by defeating that Eveline girl. Am I right?" he questioned, leaving Tiffany speechless.
Her father, who was always intoxicated, appeared terrified when sober. She could not stop shuddering even at the mere mention of his words, like a needle pricking her flesh.
"That is why I said you are my daughter because, in a way, both of our enemies are the same," laughed Jacob at the shocked look on her face.
This time, Tiffany scowled at his comment and plucked up the courage to inquire, "What are you talking about? Why would you be offended by Eveline?"
Tiffany was taken aback by the abrupt change in Jacob's smile. Through her father's actions, she at last caught a glimpse of herself and realized where this madness came from.
She felt the temperature suddenly drop as he drew nearer to her, making her knees tremble.
"Her father has offended me in a way that I will never forgive, so in a way, both of us are the same enemy. You want to destroy his daughter, and I want to defeat him, so we need to work together to take them down," he said, making Tiffany back off.
She did not anticipate hearing this from her father. Everything he said suggested that the two had been at odds for a while, and that their differences had now begun to surface again.
She believed that her father was a useless person with no life goals. His life was meaningless aside from drinking and gambling, but it turned out that even he had secrets that she knew about.
After all these years, she was unable to comprehend why he detested Susan for working for the Millers, but now she was able to see some glimpses that aroused her curiosity.
"How am I supposed to believe that anything you say is accurate? What if you are lying?" She asked, still doubtful, to put her faith in her father.
Jacob anticipated this. He and his daughter never got along, but in order to win and feel good about himself, he had to now play his cards right and win her over.
Taking a brief look at her unwavering expression, he said, "Then hear me out."
.....
"So you are saying that Mom is having an affair with Jonathan Miller?" Tiffany was shocked to hear her father's claim.
Jacob tightened his jaw and gave her a nod of approval.
"Scoff, are you out of your mind! I can never believe it. You are lying, and I know Mom would never do that." she declined right away.
Tiffany could accept that her father's downfall was caused by Jonathan Miller, but she finds it hard to accept that her mother was his mistress.
"Why not question your mother about why she continues to work for them if I am lying?" he said and Tiffany shot a glare at Jacob.
Jacob saw the doubt flicker in her eyes and sneered mentally.
"They ruined our happiness and now it's time for us to claim what is ours," Jacob announced, seizing Tiffany's attention.