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Its not love

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(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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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34

Submitted:Jun 12, 2012    Reads: 1,018    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Author's note: Idk why but this story seem to be the only story that I can update everyday. I love Tristan and Jenna's relationship, I kinda wish it'll stay the way it is but....drama has to start soon. I wanted to tell you all who read sex kitten that I'm not so sure if I want to finish it, I know it was probably just getting good but.....I'm really not into it like I was before. Sorry guys.

Chapter 4: The truth is a painful thing to hear sometimes

Once I got out of class, I went straight to work. I walked in feeling good. A little sore from last night but good none the less. I felt good. We were busy. I was in a pretty good mood. I walked to the back and put on my uniform and then started washing off the counters in the back. I didn't realize that Lindsey was watching me.

"Mmmm…..I smell a nonvirgin." She muttered. I looked at her. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

She smiled. "Since when do you walk into this fucked up place with a fucking smile on your face?"

"I'm not smiling, I'm smirking." I said shrugging.

"So….Tristan hit it pretty good huh?"

"I'm not talking about this with you." I said. Lindsey narrowed her eyes at me.

Dean came over to us. "Right. You two should be working. Not talking about Jenna getting laid last night."

"I did not get laid." I said.

"Its written all over your face, Jenna. Come on. Oh, and your dad came in here earlier. He's so hot."

"He did? What for?" I asked. Lindsey shrugged.

I sighed and took out my phone.

"Not early in the morning doll." Dean said. "Please just a couple minutes? I haven't talked to my dad in months."

"Make it quick." Dean said and then kissed Lindsey. I nodded and dialed my dad's number on my phone.

"Hello?" Asked a deep voice. I actually was happy to hear it.

"Dad." I said. He paused. "Hey, baby girl. I missed you." He said. I smiled. "Same here. Why did you come in the diner this morning?"

"I wanted to see you. Your mom misses you also."

"How is she?" I asked. He was quiet for a second. "Well Haley is……Haley."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"A little depressed. She had two miscarriages, honey. I'm concerned. But she's getting support from Honey."

"From who?"

"Fuck. I meant Andrea. Her friend since she was sixteen." He said. I nodded.

"Tell mom I'll be over later, dad."

"Alright baby. Bye."

"Bye." I whispered and then hung up.

I sighed and then put my phone in my pocket. "Everything okay?" Lindsey asked. I nodded and turned to her. "Yeah, my mom is just having a couple personal issues is all. I'm going to go see her later."

"I want to go." Lindsey said.

"You just want to go just to flirt with my dad." I said. Lindsey shrugged. "So?"

"My dad loves my mom, Lindsey. He's not planning on cheating on her anytime soon." I said.

"Damn." Lindsey whispered. I smiled and then turned and started taking orders and giving people their food. I only had to work for like three more hours. As the day went on and on, it became slower and slower.

"Damn, that shit must have been good last night. Look who just stepped in." Lindsey said. I already knew it was him. I turned and our eyes met at once. I sighed and looked to Lindsey.

"Your man." She said. No he wasn't. I walked over to him as usual and he kept his eyes on me. "Hey." I said.

He smiled. "When's your break?" He asked.

"I can probably take one now." I said. He nodded. "Do it then."

"Why?" I asked.

He glanced around the diner and then looked at me. "You know exactly why." He answered.

"I can't do that. I have to go see my parents after work."

"You can't go home and take a shower before?"

"Yes I can but that wasn't the original plan I had in my mind."

"Take. Your. Break." He said slowly. I leaned over his table so we were face to face. "You think that just because you fucked me last night, you have control over me?"

"I just want you again." He said shrugging.

"Why aren't you ever at work?"

"I take time off. I have a month vacation off so I might as well make the best of it. Starting with you." He said nodding. I sighed and turned to see Lindsey looking at me. I turned back to Tristan who was staring at my breasts and then his eyes went to mine.

"So you think you can just come in here and tell me to take my break so you can have your way with me in…I'm guessing the backseat of your car?"

"Why are you getting smart with me? You are the same girl that was underneath me crying my name last night right?" He asked.

I glared at him. "I don't understand what you want. You say that you like me yet you have act like a total jackass."

"Well ditto." He said shrugging.

"I'm not going to do this with you, Tristan. Do you want me to be yours or not?" I asked.

"I don't fucking know."

"Okay, I'll take that as a no. Get the fuck out of the diner." I said and then turned and walked away. As soon as I walked towards Lindsey, I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. Lindsey followed me into the employee's bathroom and closed the door.

I wiped my tears with some tissue. Lindsey took something out of her pocket and I looked to see what. "Really? Weed? Are you kidding me?"

"Come on. Everyone's tried it little girl and you look like you could need it."

"The last thing I need is to get high right now. I have to go see my parents soon."

"Come on, I'm sure your mom and your fine ass dad has been high before. They'll understand." She lit it up with a red lighter and took a puff and then blew out the smoke. "Fuck. That's good. Here." She held it out towards me.

"Lindsey, I don't do that."

" You're a smoking virgin and you need to get rid of that. It'll take the edge off from whatever the hell he did to you." She said. I looked at it and felt disgusted. I shrugged. Why the hell not?

I took it from her. "You are a bad influence on me." I said. Lindsey smiled and leaned against the wall. She took out a cigarette. My mouth dropped. "Do you want to die? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey, I got two little kids, a boss whose literally always up my ass, dealing with two baby daddies and am stuck with rent and bills day after day. I deserve this." She said lighting up the cigarette.

I sighed and put the blunt to my lips and inhaled. I started coughing and took it away. "Fuck. What the hell is this?" I asked still coughing.

"First timer. You'll be fine." She said taking it from me.

"You're fucking crazy." I said covering my mouth as I coughed. Lindsey chuckled. Soon, I walked out of the bathroom. I didn't see Tristan in the place anymore and some part of me grew upset. I walked back to the kitchen. "I'm going to have to fire the both of you if ya'll don't start doing your job." Dean said.

"Shut up." Lindsey said slapping his arm. "When are you going to start doing some shit that matters?"

"When are you gonna give me a raise?" She asked.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"I just really want to go see my mom." I said. Dean sniffed the air. "Ya'll been smoking? Come on, this is a diner."

"Right. This is a diner and people like to get fucking stoned in the morning and there's nothing wrong with that." Lindsey said.

"I'm going to fire you and hire a waitress who's actually good at her job." Dean said to Lindsey. While they were talking, I snuck away.

I got into my car and drove over to my parents' house. Yes, Dean may fire my ass when I get back but it doesn't matter. I want to see mom and dad. So bad it hurts. I can't believe it's been months since we've seen each other. I pulled up to their house which was three times bigger than mine.

I got out of my car and went to the door. Before I even had a chance to knock on the door, my dad answered it. I smiled. "Daddy." I said. He pulled me into a hug and then let go of me. My dad didn't look old at all. I truthfully had no idea how old he was. But I knew my mom was thirty five now and didn't look a day over twenty.

"Lindsey wanted to come." I said. He scoffed. "The blonde girl who winked at me?"

"She winked at you?" I said shaking my head.

He nodded. "She's way too young for me." He said smiling.

"And mom isn't?" I asked. He frowned a little. "So, how's school going?" He asked. Subject change but I wasn't going to bring that up. "Failing."

"Failing? Jenna I don't pay that much fucking money just to have you failing."

"Dad, calm down. They tell me things I already know. There's no point."

"So what exactly am I paying for then?" He asked leading me up the swirl set of stairs.

"You, dad said, and I quote "You need to go to college and take at least one course. And I don't give a damn if it's for stripping. You take at least one fucking course." End quote." I said. Dad narrowed his eyes at me.

"One course and you actually pass in it, baby. I didn't say go to one course so you can fail it, Jenna. Be smarter about these things."

"Okay, okay, dad. I'm having boy problems and school is the last thing on earth I want to talk about right now. I'll get my grades up. I promise." I said.

He nodded and sighed. "I know you will. I trust you."

I smiled. "Where's mom?" I asked. He pointed down the hall when we got to the top of the stairs. I walked down the hall and walked to the last door. I slowly opened it to see my mom sitting on her bed talking to a pregnant woman. My mom's face brightened. "Jenna." She whispered. I smiled and walked over to her. She smiled. "Jenna, this is my best friend, Andrea." She said. I shook hand with the pretty brunette woman who had hair the color of honey.

"I'll give you two sometime alone, plus I think DJ wants something to eat." She said rubbing her pregnant stomach. Mom smiled and nodded. Andrea got up and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. I sat down on the bed next to my mom.

"Hi mom." I said. She smiled.

"How are you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Eh." Was all I said.

"School?"

"You don't want to know." I responded.

"Work?" She asked. "You don't want to know." I said again.

"Boyfriend?" I shook my head. "You really don't want to know."

She shook her head. "Come on, tell me. Who's the guy?" She asked. I sighed. "His name is Tristan. Tristan Niles. And mom……this guy is….he is seriously a fucking diamond."

"That hot huh?"

I nodded. "You have no idea. Anyway, we….we did it and I want to start a relationship with him but he seems to want us to be sex partners and….I just don't know what to do. Did you ever have to go through that with dad?" I asked.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Well no. Not really. Not at all."

"How did you and dad finally get together?" I asked. Now that I think about it, I never asked that. A lot of kids didn't but I really wanted to know now. I wonder if dad was a total asshole when they first met.

"So, why are you failing school?"

"Mom, how did you and dad meet?" I asked. She didn't look at me she looked out the window that had the view of the ocean.

"Mom?" I asked. I could see tears coming to her eyes.

"What is it? Tell me please." I begged.

She slowly looked to me. "I was running away from home when I was sixteen years old. And a man kidnapped me from the streets. And the man was your dad." She whispered. I slowly took in what she said.

"What?" I asked.

She brought her knees up to her chin and sighed. "He made me live in a house with him and other girls."

"What did he do to you?" I asked. She looked at me and sniffed. "Jenna…."

"What did he do to you mom?" I asked. My voice more firm.

"He….beat me and……raped me." She said weakly. I never felt so much anger towards one person before. I wanted to fucking stab my dad.

"So was I created by rape?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, honey, I fell in love with your dad and we wanted to make you."

I stood up and glared at her. "You fell in love with him after he fucking kidnapped you? Are you out of your mind? He kidnaps you and rapes you and you fall in love with him? What the hell is your problem?" I asked. I couldn't control my anger. This was seriously fucked up. I stormed towards the door and out of the room and downstairs to find my dad. He was drinking out of a cup and sat it down on the desk as he looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You. You're a fucking idiot."

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say?" He asked. Some part of me has always been afraid of my dad.

"How could you?"

"How could I what? What are you talking about?"

"You kidnapped mom when she was sixteen years old! How could you do that?!"

He stayed quiet while looking down at the floor. "I wanted Haley the second I saw her, Jenna." He said.

"So you had to take her and rape her to show her how much you wanted her? That is so fucked up. I can't believe you would do that."

"It was seventeen years ago, Jenna. It's over."

"No! How would you like it if some guy came and kidnapped me?" I asked.

"I wouldn't like it at all! I'd kill the fucking bastard." He said glaring down at me.

"Exactly. So what makes you think that what you did was okay?"

"It wasn't okay! I know I'm a lunatic for kidnapping a sixteen year old girl and putting her through everything I put her through. I will never fucking forgive myself. But It was a long time ago. I will never do that again."

"Do you look at me that way?" I asked. My dad turned red with anger. "Tell me you're fucking kidding me." He said.

"I don't know if I am. You like looking at sixteen year olds why not check out a nineteen year old?"

"You need to stop it, Jenna. Right fucking now."

"You are a fucking dick, Shane." I said and then stormed out of the house. I couldn't believe it. I got into my car and drove off. I would have been better off at work. Instead I just found out that my dad kidnapped my mom and when she was only sixteen years old. I will never give him any kind of respect ever again. Better yet, I'm never going to talk to him again.





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