Tristan's POV

Everything felt sore and just...paralyzed. I fought with myself to get up. Slippers softly pattered on the marble floor then there was Jennifer, in a white knee high dress and an oversized denim jacket falling down her shoulders. Her hair was brushed back and she seemed rather happy to see my current state WHICH SHE PUT ME IN!!

I groaned trying to pull my body up, pushing my arms and legs to function properly. When I was to my feet, Jennifer continued staring back at me with a smile drinking something from a tea cup. Suspicious.
"Good morning Isaacs, you had a great sleep I see because you were drooling and everything", she told me pointing to the side of my mouth. I slapped her hand away and she laughed placing the tea cup in the sink.
"You–you DRUGGED ME?!?!" I asked, my voice breaking slightly. Jennifer turned to me with a non-caring smile.
"So what?" She asked folding her arms. I rubbed my eyes as she walked off. "Please shower, you smell", she told me disappearing.

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I still couldn't believe that she drugged me. I mean why? Am I a pest? Do I bother her? I mean what if she raped me whiles I was asleep? I mean, I wouldn't mind but ugh.
After I showered, I chose to hung around for a while more. I mean if was Sunday come on. I didn't want to wear the same clothes so I just wore one of her white robes dangling in the guest bathroom downstairs. I didn't tie the robe, just kept it open so my boys could breathe.

Jennifer left me breakfast which I found sweet. It still didn't make up for her drugging me. I placed a hand over my heart looking at the scrambled eggs, hash browns, french toast, fried sausages and orange juice. I laughed to myself grabbing the fork and rapidly digging in. She wasn't the best chef...she was the greatest.
As I sipped the orange juice, I began to wonder if she made it herself. She never actually brought juice. Crazy. If she ever give me a chance marry her, I will. Fasho.
I sat on the chaise with a leg up, scrolling past pictures of friends and girls on my Instagram and eating the last hash brown. Kristen texted me on Instagram too but I quickly unfollowed and blocked her. I had a few missed calls from Chandler and Max. I had a feeling it was also about Kristen.
Jennifer came in and merrily went for the stairs, simply glancing at me. When she finally processed the image in her head, she backed up into the living room. I didn't look at her, my eyes were glued to my phone.
"Tristan", she called. "Hmm?" I asked still not looking up as the last trace of the delicious breakfast crunch beneath my teeth.
"Please get your dick off my chair", she told me and I laughed putting my phone and leg down. "Wh–why are you in my robe?" She asked trying not to look at my dick. "And please put your dick away", she added shielding her eyes. I laughed, folding the robe which now hid the good stuff and arose to my feet.
"Im just making myself comfortable", I told her with a smirk and she shook her head, lips firm.
"Well don't", she advised, disappearing into the kitchen. I followed like a lost duck. She opened the fridge and got a bottle of water, removing the cap and gulping it down. She placed the bottle (empty) and said to me, "The pool and for goodness sake get out of my robe", then went upstairs, her jacket dangling in her hand.
I did as she asked, getting out of the white robe and into some clothes she had in the guest room. I just slipped on khaki pants and remained shirtless to do as my boss commanded.
Once I was done, she came down in a white bikini...like just a bikini with nothing over it or anything. I stared hard.
"Take a picture", she says with those shades over her eyes. I blinked, smiling at what she said. She splashed into the pool and did laps, then disappeared returning moments after. She gulped for air and checked her watch.
"Check your phone and read the news to me", she ordered swimming closer to me. It was hard for me to read the news when she was basically naked in front of me.
"Um some guy was shot at Jeffrey's Spot...shot twice...then stabbed 12 times wow", I looked at her, "Someone really wanted him dead."
"Maybe that someone was karma, read on", Jennifer told me staring into the distance as she listened. Her shades were still on. Suckers were glued to her face.
"There are no suspects or eye witnesses. His fa–"
"Enough", she said getting out of the water, her bikini top slightly moving to the side showing me just a bit of nipple. Blood rushed to inside of my pants and I felt myself tingling. She fixed the top and sat on the chair, removing her shades and twisting the water from her hair. She reached for the joint on the silver platter and placed it to her lips, lighting it, took a deep breath then put the entire thing out.
"Why?" I asked and she looked at me. "Why did you ask me to read you the news?"
"Cant I want you to read me the news?" She asked in turn. It was like she was hiding something. I raised both hands in defense and moved to sit beside her, just to side eye. Her body glistened in the sun, smooth skin that I just wanted to touch and caress.
"Shouldn't you be sad? Like moping over your loss?" She asked me and I shook my head. "I don't really feel it anymore."
"School?" She asked and I also shook my head. She turned her body to me and I saw the shape of her kitty. Fuck, I wanted to pet that kitty. "What do you mean..?" She mocked me shaking her head like I did and I shrugged. "I don't want to be around a bunch of people that know not a fuck about how I feel or how good of a man my dad was. Im just not", I told her. She became silent.
"Don't let what happened change who you are", she said getting up and sighing. I just wanted to touch her even for a minute. "Im going to an event, do you want to like...come with me?" My glum mood was lifted and I smiled, nodding.

*

Jennifer dressed me in all black, the complete opposite of her. I felt just as how I looked: like a pimp.
I stood in by the front door waiting for Jen to come down. What felt like forever was only five minutes but when she came down, I was speechless. She wore a short white flare dress and on her feet, white strap heels. Her hair fell gracefully down her back, bouncing as she walked.
"I–you look beautiful", I said and she laughed at me without complimenting me back. Since she dressed me, I excused her this one time.
"Lets go", she told me shutting her purse. I opened the door for her to walk through and she barely acknowledged it, mainly just walking to her car and unlocking it. I wanted to open the door for her too but by the time I got to her, she was already starting the car. I shuffled to get in before she left without me.
  She flipped her hair as she looked back to reverse the car out of the gates opened by the guard whose name I learnt was Alejandro. I wanted to ask so bad where we were going but ignored that urge.
  The car passed a long line of people, waiting desperately for someone to come out so that they can have their chance at the fun. It wasn't even a club. It was a party at someones mansion. Cars were parked so it took us a long painful minute to find a spot.
Jennifer got out of the car and brushed her hair back, revealing her side boobs to me. It was hot as fuck. She saw me staring and smiled slightly, walking away with me following her watching those cheeks.
  We stood in no line. She walked up to the front and looked at the bouncer, head tilted to the side. He allowed her in and didn't see me slip in due to his eyes still being glued on her.
The music boomed and I felt my heart vibrate to every beat. Strobe lights flashed as for the blue light hidden somewhere but shining everywhere. I squeezed through grinding and drunk dancing to reach Jennifer who was already getting herself a drink from the bar.
"So now what?" I asked her over the music. She turned and gave the plastic red cup to me then walked away. I stood there watching her disappear.
Well, ok then.

  A hand tapped my shoulder and I spun around, the drink nearly splashing on the girl. "Woah, Im sorry", I said and she shouted back, "Its ok!" She had shiny black hair and the nicest body shape.
"My name is Hannah! You?!" She asked loudly. I sipped the drink in my hand then spat it back out when I reminisced on how I was drugged by that lady before.
"Tristan!"
"Cute name!" She shouted back and I grinned, sipping my drink while searching for Jennifer still before I was assaulted by the girls. I ignored Hannah and stared at a man who was glaring at me in the far corner of the room. He was dressed in all black and was barely seen in the shadows. No one else seemed to notice him but me. He picked up his phone and seemed to dial a number with a smirk.

Then my phone rang adding more suspense to the situation. I glanced at him and slowly picked up the unknown number, placing it ever so slow to my ears.
"Yea?" I asked lowly. My heart pounded hard out of my chest and my stomach began to turn.
"Tristan?! Tristan?! Can you hear me?!" Jennifer's voice shouted and I sighed a breath of relief. I held a finger to Hannah then moved outside so that I can hear her better.
"Yea, I can now", I said nodding at the Bouncer who did the same. What Jennifer told me next almost caused me to piss up myself.
"Tristan whatever you do, do not go outside! I repeat, do not go outside it's not safe", She said then the phone went dead. My heart began to thump harder in my chest, it was fear for sure. I looked around at everyone who stared back at me.
Thoughts ran through my mind:

Ok, if someone tries to approach me I'll fight them before they get a chance to pull out their gun.

If they already have the gun out then...duck and run.

My phone rang again and this time the numbers were different. I carefully picked up and looked around to my surroundings. There was no one walking in my direction.

"Tristan, why did you get so paranoid?" asked Jennifer. I looked at the phone then placed it to my ear, regulating my breathing "How the hell are you changing numbers? Whose phone is this?"
"Not important, look up", I looked up towards the balcony and she waved at me, laughing in the phone. I shook my head and calmed myself down.
"That wasn't funny", I told her with a tint of anger. I gritted my teeth and said, "Fuck you Jen."
"Its ok baby, you can fuck me later", she said and hung up. My anger dissipated into shock at her choice of words. I walked back inside still wondering if she was serious then a gunshot was let off into the lights and everything goes dark.
I panic.
I was at the entrance but something stopped me from pouring out with everyone else. Jennifer. Where was she?
Another gunshot was let off testing my courage. I took a deep breath and crouched to not get hit by the bullets and also trying to get past everyone.
I call her on my phone, using both of the numbers but none rang. What the fuck?! I got up and looked around as the last bits of people left. If I died for Jennifer, my ghost is definitely coming back for some coochie. Honestly.

My phone rang and I immediately picked it up, "Jennifer?"
The man on the other line voice caught me by surprise, "Leave." Then the tone went dead. I stared at my phone and didn't think twice, I dashed out of the door and looked back at the balcony. I ran to the parking lot then stopped at Jennifer's car, surprised when I didn't see her standing by it. I tried to open the doors but they were locked. Ok but what in the actual fuck?
My phone rang and I picked it up quickly, "yeah." The voice on the other line was that of my mom.
"Tristan where are you? Kristen is here-why do I hear screaming?" She asked and it was difficult for me to even say hi.
"I–I have to call you back mum", I told her and hung up, placing my hands on my knees. The window rolled down and Jennifer smiled at me.
Unbelievable.

I rubbed my eyes then sighed pulling the door open and getting in.
"That was fu–"
I grabbed her throat and made her look at me. I was angry, scared and horny. Either she makes one go away or she makes all go away.
"Fuck. You", I said breathing hard into her face. I could feel the bits of sweat on my forehead.
"Fuck you too", she said and I squeezed harder, glaring into her eyes before I removed my grip. I took my jacket off and flung it in the back then unbuttoned my shirt doing the same. I was in just jeans and I still wasn't cooling down.

I just needed to fuck. Neoowww.