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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 9, 2012    Reads: 857    Comments: 11    Likes: 1   

Chapter 12:Moving in so soon?

Tristan put his suit case in the trunk and mine. My mom was watching him. I walked over to her. "Hey, you got your own." I said.

She giggled. "He's a good looking kid, honey."

I smiled. "I know. I'm going to miss you."

"I'm one phone call away. Always." She hugged me and I hugged back tight. When I let go, I saw Lindsey hugging my dad for a while.

"Okay, Lindsey. He gets it." I said. She turned and winked at me. I laughed and closed the trunk after Tristan was done.

My dad motion with his hand for me to come over to him. I did and looked up at him as Lindsey got into the car.

My dad led me to the back yard and then turned to face me. He grabbed something out of his back pocket and showed me. It was a gun.

My eyebrows pulled together as I looked at him. "Dad…"

"Take it, Jenna."

I shook my head. "I don't want to."

"I taught you how to shoot when you were thirteen. I don't trust that fucking bitch. Take this goddamn gun before I shoot him myself." He said.

I slowly grabbed it and looked down at it.

"Make sure you still know how to aim."


He looked around and then his eyes stopped on a wooden sign. "Shoot a hole into the "O" in that sign." He said.

I hesitated for a second. I held the gun up and stared at the "O". I pulled the trigger and a bullet hole went straight through the "O".

My dad nodded. "Good." He said smiling.

I looked back down at the gun and then looked at my dad. "Dad?"


"Besides selling those girls….are you……never mind." I turned and started walking away.

"In the mob?" He asked. I turned and nodded.

He sighed. "What I do…is very difficult I can't even begin to explain it. I'm not like a hit man or anything.

"Are you the boss?"

"Something like that. I can't talk about it honey. I already told you too much."

"Mom knows?"

"The house of girls is enough pressure on her."

"Just tell her dad. Be a little more honest with her."

"Be a little more honest with me, Jenna."

"He did not hit me, dad." I said. He looked close in my eyes and then nodded. "Okay. Okay." He said.

I hugged my dad tight. I see why Lindsey hugged him for so long. He had on good cologne. I looked up at him. "Are you wearing the cologne I bought you for Christmas last year?"

He smiled and nodded.

I smiled back. Bye dad. I love you."

"I love you more, Jenna." He said.

I soon got into the car and we were on our way back to my house.

When we got there, Lindsey told me goodbye and then got into her car and left. I had to make some calls to sell my house and as I did that, Tristan went out and got some boxes.

I had to come back tomorrow to talk to a lady about selling the house but tonight I'm going to spend the night with Tristan.

I packed up the makeup while Tristan packed up my clothes. I think I'll give my bed to Lindsey. She told me the other day her bed makes her back hurt. I'll let her have my dresser too.

Four boxes were in the backseat of his car and a couple of bags were in the trunk. We got my stuff in the house and started setting my stuff up. I neatly placed my makeup and brush and combs onto one side of the sink and Tristan's stuff was on the other side.

His bathroom was neat and elegant just like the rest of his mansion. The rug was soft under my feet. I stared in the clear mirror staring at my eye were the black was turning yellow. You can only see if you look closely. I didn't defend myself because the hit came out of nowhere and it shocked me that Tristan would do that. So I ran like a little bitch. But if there is a next time, I'm not running. I had the gun my dad gave me in my back pocket still. My shirt was big enough so Tristan didn't notice it.

I placed it in the drawer he gave me. His dresser had twelve drawers. We both had six each. He gave me an area to put my shoes and my jewelry. I only had a few more things to get from the house but other than that, I was almost fully moved in. Just got to give Lindsey leftover stuff and sell the house and I'm done.

I brushed my teeth and brushed my red hair I into a pony tail. Tristan was leaning against the door watching me.

"What made you dye your hair red?" He asked.

"You don't like it?" I asked.

He came behind me and placed his hands on my hips. "You know I do." He whispered.

"Well at first I had brunette hair like my mom and I thought it just looked a little too plain. It was long but the color was dull. So I dyed it red and felt like it looked better."

Tristan started kissing my neck and slipped up my silk night gown and placed his hand in my panties. This is exactly what I wanted. "Tristan." I whispered as I closed my eyes.

I could feel him breathing on my neck. "You're wet, Jenna." He whispered. I nodded. "What do you want me to do about that?" He asked.

"I want you to fuck me." I whispered back. I could tell he was smirking. He turned me around and kissed me while pulling my panties down. I could feel my wetness dripping down my inner thigh.

Tristan sat down on the top of the toilet and I lowered myself on his cock. Tristan held my hips while I bounced up and down on his hard cock. I screamed his name repeatedly until I nearly lost my voice and we released hard together.

He kissed me softly but with meaning. As if he was claiming me permanently. He pulled back while combing my hair with his fingers.

I don't understand how someone so perfect can just come into my life at random. I blame god.


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