T R U C E

Chapter 10

Three soft, warm kisses are placed on my lips, making my eyes slowly flutter open. Jason is standing over me with a tray of food in his hands.

"Good morning sexy" he places the nicely arranged tray of French toast, eggs and steak bites with a side of pineapples and a glass of orange juice directly infront of me.

I couldn't hide the growl of my stomach, so I sat up and said good morning back with a smile. He knows I'm not much of a morning person so you only get so much of me before 10 AM.

He hops in the shower as I enjoy my plate. It's practically clean by the time he returns back in my room with nothing but Nike shorts on.

"You aren't eating?" I asked, now fully awake.

"I'm about to now" he says, coming to take my tray back to the kitchen. Or so I thought.

He takes the tray from me and snatches the cover off of me, immediately going down on me. I was in nothing but an oversized tee from our 'talk' last night.

I've been seeing Jason a lot more lately. His main office just went fully virtual for the next 3 months due to so many covid outbreaks there, so he's been working from home. And that means he's been taking me out more, and sexing my organs loose.

I know what you're waiting to hear about. Vincent. Ugh.

It's a dead mission, I'm not interested anymore. We spent time together once more after I went to his house and it was bad from start to finish. He showed up to get me almost an hour late, after already rescheduling our date twice because of some street shit that he's into.

He finally showed up, we argued the entire way there due to his tardiness and lack of accountability. Then, we started to make progress and ease some of the tension, until some guy came asking for my number while he was paying for our racing gear. Everything went to shit from that moment forward. I've never been so embarrassed.

Vincent flipped out so hard that they kicked us off the race car track and had security escort us, or him I should say, back to the parking lot. We got into an even bigger fight at that point, which ended with me refusing to ride with him. That lead to him getting pissed beyond measure and spinning dust into my face from his tires going 70 mph out the parking lot. After cussing me out.

Soooo yeah. He spent the following week filling my car, salon and doorstep with small notes, flowers, stuffed animals, and jewelry. Nothing made me move. Eventually he got pouty and gave up after telling me he was "done chasing my ungrateful ass." I haven't said a single word to him in about 3 weeks and I plan to keep it that way.

In other news, my family's in a full blown war now. Trin and I vs my parents, Devon was kind of playing both sides but mainly neutral.

Apparently, my parents found out about Jeremy and are nothing short of unpleased. They don't like the company he keeps, and he has a kid that I didn't know about. Well, it's technically not his kid. Biologically at least. His sister was murdered in a robbery 3 years ago, and she had just given birth to her first baby girl, Jordynn, about 10 months prior.

Jordynn's dad is a deadbeat and a full blown drug addict now, so Jeremy took it upon himself to become the legal guardian of Jordynn so she wouldn't be put in the system like he'd been once before.

But my parents didn't care about any of that. They barely even listened to the story or explanation. All they saw were pictures of Trin, Jeremy, and a baby looking like a young, happy family and flipped. They were coming at Trin hard, literally double teaming her with questions and passive insults. I stepped in, defending my sister like always because that's my sister and it's not even that serious.