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4. Venomous

After having breakfast with my best friend at a cafeteria, I rode my vespa and got home. She was way better than last night and she thanked me for showing up and supporting her. Anyway, I knew that Tiffany would surely be at work by the time I would be home, so I would have the whole place by myself and my mind all clear from any unwanted thoughts. I needed a break.

The music company had asked me via e-mail to hand them a fresh dance beat for a new upcoming artist, that I didn't know yet. I took the offered opportunity and I got to work as soon as I went home. Supporting new artists, especially singers, with music and lyrics would get you some good money, by the time their album came out. I was in. Somehow, my life and career could slightly get a better twist, if I focused on my work more. I hated when they declined my tracks or said "this is too flat" or "this is too plain, it needs more emotion". The company's comments sometimes could get in my nerves, but it was constructive criticism after all and that was what could elevate me as a music producer.

I was still working in the kitchen, with a bottle of wine and a full glass right next to me. I needed it when I was working at night. Every now and then I was staring at the drawers, the counter and the sink. I needed inspiration, but at the same time I was so freaking tired. It was almost 9 o'clock and Tiffany hadn't showed up yet. I was too concentrated to my work, but I was still worrying about her. Was she still mad? Was she staying over at someone else's place, because she didn't want to see me? I didn't know. Every thought made sense though. But no, Tiffany Young was way too proud to give up on the mansion that easily. She would never spend the night away from our house. She wanted to make sure that this was her house and she wasn't going nowhere.

As I was finishing my music project, I heard keys on the front door. It was her. She aggressively closed the door behind her and stood there, looking at me more angry than ever. Her cheeks were rosy again, like when she was drinking. I closed my laptop and tried to speak.

"Hello there!" I awkwardly said.

Then Tiffany walked towards me quickly, almost in a threatening attitude. I felt clearly intimidated, sitting there on my kitchen stand. She approached me. Literally stuck her body on mine. She was about to say something to my face, but I had the guts to interrupt her.

"I thought you were sleeping in your BMW tonight."

"Shut the fuck up, Taeyeon!"

She brought her angry face closer to mine. She was clearly a bit drunk. I grabbed her wrist with my hand, provoking her to say something more to me. I was ready to face everything.

Silence for a bit.

"I got worried tonight." There I said it.

Then Tiffany literally jumped on me and started kissing me. More aggressively than ever. I grabbed her thighs and gave in to her aggressive kiss. Her plump lips were now fighting with mine. They were so wet... I squeezed her ass and moved my hands on her lower back, asking for permission to take her top off. She kept kissing me.

"Take it off." She asked between the kisses. Soft moans came out of her mouth. I was getting wet as fuck down there only by listening to her moans.

I completely took her top off and started distributing kisses on her neck, then I lowered my kisses to her breasts.

"Fuck." She moaned again.

"Let's take it upstairs." I said and took her in my room.

I laid her on the mattress. I took her pants off and moved my lips on her thighs. Her skin was so soft and sensitive down there. With every little kiss, her whole body was shaking and detaching from the bed sheets. I kept kissing her inner thighs heading towards her spot.