The Promised [Jenlisa FF]

Part 12

Lisa jumped from the bed, attempting to take the covers with her to hide her nakedness. It didn't even dawn on her that these were the same covers that kept Jennie covered, but she was rudely reminded as she yanked back. Sitting back down on the bed, Lisa looked at her, grinning in apology. Silently mouthing 'Sorry', she kept herself covered, turning to face their visitor. "Krystal, you will go downstairs right now, and I will be there in a few minutes."

"Oh, I don't think so. If you think I'm going to leave you with this...this slut, you are dead wrong." Krystal screeched.

Angry beyond words, Lisa turned toward Jennie, afraid of the affect that Krystal's words might have had on her. Looking into her eyes, Lisa didn't find the expected pain or hurt. Lisa saw anger. Seems her girl was still a little spitfire. Leaning down, she kissed her angry lips. "Don't worry. I'll take care of this," she whispered. Jennie nodded at her, realizing this was her fight.

Stomping her foot, Krystal whined, "Damn it, Lisa, I want an explanation right now. What is this woman doing in your bed?"

"Krystal, you're not stupid. You know what we were doing. And you are going to leave this room right now, or I will get out of this bed and physically throw you out. You decide."

"Fine, but I expect some answers. And I want her GONE - NOW." The door slammed as she left the room.

Jennie had had enough of this dark-haired woman's insults and tried to get up to follow her.

"No, Jennie, this is my problem, not yours. Please let me handle this." Lisa looked deep into her eyes, begging for understanding that she knew she hadn't earned. "It's not what you think. I'm not with her, and I haven't been for few weeks now. But she doesn't seem to get it."

Jennie wanted to believe her; she really did. But years of innocence and wanting had left its mark. As the tears started to fall down her cheeks, she sat up and rubbed her face, wiping them away. "I want to believe you, I really do. But how did she know where you live? And how did she get in? I saw you lock the door."

Sitting up next to her, Lisa wrapped her arms around her legs. "I first came to see the mansion about six months ago and Krystal was with me. And to as how she got in, that's a good question. One I intend to get an answer to." Raising her hand to her face, Lisa caught her tears with her fingers. "Jennie, there's something you have to realize. I've known hundreds of women like her. Not all intimately, most through business. They're shallow, rude, and callous – women that are great for meaningless dating, but that's about it. No depth at all."

Turning her tear-filled eyes toward her, Jennie attempted a smile, failing miserably. "So, she must be the model your mom was talking about. She's very pretty."

"I suppose so, though she doesn't hold a candle to you."

Jennie smiled in thanks, not really believing it. "Maybe I should go. Looks like you are going to have your hands full for a while."

"Damn," Lisa sighed, wishing to God that this night had turned out differently. "I understand if you want to leave. This whole night has turned into a total disaster."

"Oh, no, Lisa," Jennie said, reaching out and grabbing her hand. "It was wonderful. It was the best night of my life. I just hope there will be others like it, minus her of course." Jennie smiled at her, trying to reassure her.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lisa smiled at her. "You know, if I'd known you were so wonderful I would have snatched you up when you were seventeen, just to make sure no one else got you first."

"Well, everyone is entitled to make mistakes. And it looks like you got a big one waiting for you downstairs. So, I'm going to leave you to the fixing part. And you are going to fix it, right?"