Chapter 3

The next day Tiffany gets up early. It's not like she could sleep a wink. After finding herself an empty envelope to put in the money, she thinks that she owns him before walking out of her bedroom. Not surprising at all, the devil is sitting on the kitchen chair drinking his black coffee. He has casual clothes on, and his neck where Tiffany has bit is closed with a band aid. She put the money-filled envelope in front of him and turns around to leave. Mark does not let her leave as he takes her wrist and swings her around to make her face him. 'Sit.' He commands. 'Let go.' She protests against him. He yangs at her arm and she loses balance. She ends up falling on his lap. He embraces her in his arms so she couldn't escape his grasp. 'Listen to me.' The tone in his voice begins to grow with anger. Tiffany struggles. 'I'm leaving, that's what you want too. I don't want to listen to any of your stupid lecturing or making me feel like trash, talks. So, don't stop me, you giant tyrant.' This time she went for the arm. She almost bites it, but Mark laughs. It makes Tiffany abandon her attack on him as she turns her head and looks at Mark. It is her first time seeing him laugh. She freezes. Mark leans in and drops his head on her shoulder. He squeezes her between his big muscles. He is hugging her. Tiffany is busy transmitting these new feelings to her brain. What is this?

'5 minutes, stay like this.' He says. The smell of bitter coffee coming from him hit Tiffany's nose.

The 5 minutes have passed. The first thing Mark does is to make Tiffany stand up, get up himself, and walk to his room. He just shut the door behind him. Tiffany, just standing in the middle of the kitchen. What now? She bobs her head to the side, looking at his bedroom door in confusion.

Mark sits on his bed. Why did he do that? Because Mark is interested in her, that's why. It's been a while since he felt other emotions like this. Tiffany is a keeper, he thought.

He shoots up from his bed and goes back to the kitchen. Tiffany is drinking water. She places the empty glass on the counter when she sees Mark approaching her way. She is preparing herself. This unstable bastard is up to something no good. She just knows it. 'What do you want now?' Mark put his scarf around her neck. He holds her hand and drags her to the front door. 'Come with me.'

Tiffany is confused. They are standing in the mall. Mark is busy commanding the store assistant to go and bring some dresses. So, he is the type that loves to pull and push in relationships. The first thing Mark does is threatening her, then bring her to his house, chokes her, and now picking dresses for her. He is the new definition of crazy.

He gives her a dress. It's a long light pink coloured nightdress. Tiffany looks at Mark. As in, what am I supposed to do with this? Face. 'Go put this on.' He commends her. 'Why would I? Are you crazy?' She whispers the rest of her words. 'You grab my throat and choke me deliberately, and now we are standing in the clothing store so you can dress me up? What kind of sick fetish is that? I'm leaving.' Mark's face darkens. He is not happy with the way Tiffany lashes at him. But he needs to calm down. And to do that, he shut his eyes. 'See it as an apology, alright! Just put it on.'

'You are not healthy up in there.' Tiffany is feeling good to make fun of him. She is proud of the fact that she can stand up tall against him. But it only made Mark laugh more. The store assistant stares at Mark. She instantly fell in love. 'Feeling proud because you talked back at me?' He closes in on her left ear and softly whispers the next words to her. 'The more you bark back at me, the more I feel like torturing you. My lovely wife.' The "my lovely wife" is said out loud. One of the store assistants recognizes them. She immediately comes over.

'Aah, they are that famous couple on the internet.'

'You are right! It's them.' States the other assistant as she claps her hands.

Mark wraps his arm around Tiffany's waist to pull her next to his side. He flashes his million-dollar smile to the two ladies. She can't believe him, as plays along with the big fat lie. He looks handsome when he smiles, but Tiffany just can't take him seriously anymore. He is pure evil.

Several dresses came by and went away. Tiffany has lost the count of dresses she brought to the dressing room to fit them. The one she is wearing now is exposing to much skin. 'I can't go on like this.' She wants to rip off the dress. Her arms are tired. How many more does she need to zip up and down? 'You can go on. I don't mind you giving me a free strip show here.' Tiffany realizes and stops unzipping the dress. 'We will go with this dress.' He speaks of satisfaction. She sticks out her middle finger before going back into the dressing room. 'I love you too, honey.' It comes from Mark. Tiffany punches the wall. She let out a small groan. Mark hears it. He grins.

They are back at home. Mark also got her matching shoes and jewellery. 'Dress up. We have exactly 20 minutes from now before we depart.' Mark taps his fingers on his watch. 'You are not thinking of selling me in these clothes, are you? You're a freaking pervert.'

Mark is acting as if he is shocked, hearing Tiffany saying that. 'Of course not. I would never do that. I'm only going to show off my wife to other couples. So that they'll be jealous of me.'

'You delusional bastard.' She whispers.

'I heard that.' He warns her. 'Oh, and. Do you have makeup? Use it. It'll do wonders. You know what that is, right?' With sarcasm in his voice.

'Sure. I'll go with a cake face, just to satisfy your fake fantasy fetish, you nutjob.'

It took Mark 3 minutes to get ready and 15 minutes for Tiffany. She wears the dress and has light makeup done. Her hair tied in a messy bun. She does not forget to hide her wound with a concealer. Mark is sitting on the sofa as he is staring at Tiffany. No reaction. Tiffany gets irritated. 'Let's go, granny. It took you so long. Must have been a long journey for you to hide your uneven facial skin.' If she had a gun, he'd be dead by now.

They are walking with arms linked to a grand hotel. It's a very high-class party you'd think at first glance, but it's just a show-off party. Young, old did not matter. All of the guys have a flashy, young or exotic looking girl attached to their arms. Tiffany is no exception from the girls at the party. Like a first-class whore competition. 'So, is this the buy and sell ground? Am I going to be auctioned away to one of these old perverts here? I'm sure that this place is your second home. You like them plastic.'

'Oh, you can't take enough guesses at how these girls are in bed. Hot and spicy. That's how I like them.' Mark shoots a smile to the girls that are looking his way from the moment they walked in. Tiffany makes a face as if she was about to vomit. 'You go ahead, Clark Kent. Show them the fake you. Go, flirt with the ladies. If you need me? If, as in not. I'll be standing at the food table. Taste these delicious sweets in a grand party is a better story-line than you bouncing up and down from a whore to another whore.' Tiffany scoffs and walks away with a clean victory.

Mark is busy going from a couple to another couple. He keeps talking and laughing with them. So disgusting thinks Tiffany, who is busy stuffing her face. So happy that she moans every time she tries something new.

'You see that girl over there? The one with the nude-coloured spaghetti strap backless mini dress. Damn, man. I want to lick her exposed back skin. Look at those big round boobs. The side slit is begging to be penetrated by me. She looks so fine while eating that cake.' The two males are standing talking about Tiffany, who is unaware of them. They made their way over to her to close down the distance. Tiffany feels their presence and turns around. The two young and horny men are looking for prey, she judges. Too bad for them because Tiffany is not the prey. She can't let down her guard, especially not in these types of sex parties. Mark, the hunter, is observing them as he trusts her. Tiffany will not fall for those dumbasses. He knows it, but he still wants to see what Tiffany is capable of doing.

He is surprised at her. Tiffany is following the two young men and disappears.

Tiffany follows them. She eyes her surrounding, and just when they are about to turn the corner. She hits one of the men on his neck and catches him. Drags the body into the restroom and drops him on the ground like trash. The second dense idiot just keeps on walking. Tiffany is lucky because the whole corridor is empty. She laughs with her entire body. While walking behind him, Tiffany throws her middle finger in the air. Completely dedicating it to those stupid boys before she runs away.

Mark is losing his patience seeing that Tiffany is not back yet. She left the party hall 30 minutes ago. Mark takes out his phone and logs into the surveillance camera and finds Tiffany. He is amused at what he sees. Bursts into evil laughter, only he could hear. That only took her one minute, so where is she? Mark excuses himself and goes to look for her. He rushes and is not aware that he is walking faster and faster at every step he takes.

Just there. Tiffany is sitting outside on the grass. She is busy starring on her phone, which looks like she is playing a game. He stares at her for a while. The way she sits comfortably in that dress while having fun playing a game makes Mark think twice. She looks quite attractive and pleasurable that it makes Mark come out and walk over to her. He also sits down. Tiffany stretches the decollate of her dress. She places her phone between her breasts. Mark finds it rather interesting and leans in to take a look. Tiffany blocks her chest. 'What are you looking for? Was what you got offered inside by those girls not enough for you? Nasty slippery douchebag.' Mark scratches his nose. 'You are the one doing the nasty things, I just saw it. Pure accident. But how does that stay there?' Tiffany makes a fist with her hand and holds it in front of Mark. There it does up. Her middle finger is rising. 'I bet yours is also standing up like this. You can only dream of touching original boobs like these. And for your information. You did not buy a bag matching this filthy dress. I had no other choice to use this as an alternative.' Her words are like happy medicine to Mark.

He shows his phone to Tiffany. 'Care to explain?' He arches his left eyebrow. It was Tiffany and the two young men in the hallway. 'What are you, a spy? Or is that also one of your dirty fetish plays?' Mark smiles. 'You keep mentioning fetish this, fetish that. Are you perhaps interested in them?' She turns her head away from him in disgust. 'Oh, please. I know that you are seeking new adventures but let me tell you. Stop it right now. You don't want to end up like those two idiots, who were also looking for a new adventure.' Mark remains smiling. The way she lashes back makes him thrilled. 'I think I found myself a new fetish.' She signs. 'Care not to share, you slimy tramp. I don't want to hear your bouncing from girl to another girl testosterone-filled speech.'

Electricity went through Mark's whole body while he buries his head in his hands. Tiffany watches in surprise. What is he considering doing now? 'You high or something? Or are you thinking of nasty things? Well, I can't expect anything else if a guy like you comes to such a party that only makes you use your lower body part to think with.' Mark lost the war. He straightens his back and leans closer to Tiffany. 'If you keep on barking like that, you'll be the first one I'll bounce on.' He takes her head between his palms and kisses her. Her eyes grew big while she protests but failed. It is a long and deep kiss until Tiffany punches his abdomen. He let go. Mark laughs out loud while Tiffany is rubbing her lips clean. She looks like she is about to cry. He wants more, but if he forces himself on her again, she'll run away. It's true because Tiffany is thinking about running off, and just at that moment, a powerful sound comes from within the building. Mark shoots up. 'You stay here.' He looks at Tiffany before he runs into the hotel. What was that? A bomb? It did sound like an explosion. Tiffany is worried, so she also goes into the hotel. Tons of people are running out of the hotel with panic printed on their faces. She has to dodge them while trying to force her way inside.