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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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Submitted:Jul 11, 2012    Reads: 644    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Chapter 14: This was a mistake

While Tristan was at work, I went to work also which I missed. I felt like I haven't been there in days. It's been three months since I moved in with Tristan and I've been nothing but happy about it. I gave my bed and dresser and any optional shit that I didn't need to Lindsey and I sold my house. Definitely kept the car though.

"So you moved in with him?" Lindsey asked smoking a cigarette.

We were on our break behind the diner.

"Yeah. I waited a while to tell you because I knew you wouldn't approve of it."

"Jenna, it doesn't matter what I approve of anymore. Okay? You love him. That's obvious. There's nothing I can say about it. You'll be with who you want to be with." She said as she blew out smoke.

"I want you to like him, Lindsey."

"Why? I'm not the one fucking him." She said.

"Yes but I love you and I love him and I really want the two of you to get along. So I'm inviting you to dinner over our house."

"What dinner over whose house?" She asked.

"You're fucking high."

"I don't get high off of cigarettes. Not regular cigarettes but they help me relax."

"Okay then. Please come over around nine."

"Can't who's is going to watch Alicia and Jonathan?" She asked.

"Dean. He watched them when you came to the lake house."

Lindsey sighed and blew out smoke from her lips. "Fine. I'll come over." She said finally giving in. I smiled widely.

"Thanks. I love you for this."

Lindsey rolled her eyes. "So has he hit you lately?"

"Really? We're going to go through this again?"

"Answer the question, Jenna."

I sighed. "No. He hasn't put a finger on me unless we're having sex." I said.

Lindsey nodded. "Okay." She didn't sound convinced but it was the truth. Tristan didn't hit me once at all. And that made me happy.

I put the chicken stir fry I made on three plates. I got the recipe from my mother. Tristan was upstairs doing whatever it is he does with his time.

I sat the plates on his glass dining table in the corner of the kitchen and put a bottle of champagne in the middle.

Tristan came into the kitchen. He grabbed the champagne and put it back in the cabinet. "Not that kind sweetheart."

"Why?" I asked.

"I want it for a special occasion and this is nowhere near a special occasion." He said leaning against the wall.

"I want the both of you to get along, Tristan. I love the both of you and you are both important in my life. I want this more than anything. Try not to be a dick for me. Please?" I asked. Tristan sighed and leaned his head back against the wall.

"I don't like her and obviously the bitch doesn't like me either so what's the point?"

"The point is that it'll mean the world to me if you two could get along tonight." I said. Tristan's eyes roamed over my dress.

"What are you going to give me in return for sitting at the table with her?"

"What I always give you." I said. Tristan chuckled. "Alright." He sat down at the table and the doorbell rang.

I walked to the door and unlocked it before opening it. Lindsey stood there in casual clothes. "It took me for damn ever to get here. I got lost." She said stepping in.

"Yeah it's far from your house. Sorry. Let's go in the kitchen." I closed the door and locked it back and gestured for her to follow me into the kitchen.

She glared at Tristan who glared at her back. Fuck. She sat across from Tristan and I sat between them both.

Lindsey grabbed her fork and took a bite of the stir fry and smiled a little. "Wow, Jenna. This is great." She said. I smiled

"Thanks. I was trying my hardest to make it like my mom. Guess I succeeded." I said shrugging.

The table grew quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of forks against plates. It was annoying me that my boyfriend and my best friend couldn't get along. It killed me.

"Bring out some wine." Lindsey said sitting back from her empty plate.

I looked to Tristan who was looking back at me. "No. I told you….that wine is only used for a special occasion." He said to me.

"Well I'm sure you can buy some more. Go get it, Jenna."

"I fucking said no. What? I'm going to go out and buy some more because your fat ass want to drink up my wine."

"I'll pay you back, Jesus. It's just a fucking bottle of wine. You act like I'm asking for money."

"Might as well be. That's my shit and no, you're not drinking it."

"I should just fucking leave. Coming here was a goddamn mistake."

"Well isn't that fucking obvious?" Tristan asked. Lindsey stood up and I stood up staring at her.

"Sit the fuck down!" I yelled.

She gave me a dirty look as she slowly obeyed. I sat down also and took a deep breath. "Fuck this shit. I am not going to let you two hate each other."

"That fucker hit you and you're still with him."

"My god, Lindsey that was months ago. Besides, the first time Johnnie hit you, you continued to stay with him did you not?"

"It isn't about me and Johnnie. It's about you and.."

"You just can't stand to see me happy can you?" I asked.

"Don't be so dramatic, Jenna. What? Because you have a fucking hot boyfriend and you and him are rich and you're having sex every few seconds? You think you're better because you're not living in a small house with two kids and don't have to worry about rather or not you paid the bills or the rent? You're not better, Jenna."

"I'm not trying to be. I never have been in competition with you, Lindsey. You make it seem that way. We both followed different paths."

"No…ever decision I ever made, I was forced into it and you know that. My bullshit parents put me in everything against my will."

"Everything is against your will, Lindsey. You have made at least one decision in your life by yourself."

"No…I haven't but it doesn't matter because you don't give a shit. You want me and Tristan to get along but I'm telling you right now, that shit is not going to happen. He's rich, I'm poor. He has a life, I have jack shit. He has the huge house while I'm stuck in a fucking shack."

"Stop talking like I'm not right here hearing every fucking word you're saying." He said glaring at her.

"So you can't handle our lives in comparison to yours."I said.

"Yes! I am sick about hearing about all his money or his sexiness or his cockiness."

"I have never bragged to you about anything like that." I said.

Lindsey sighed. "I just want nothing to do with him. That's all." She said.

I shrugged. "If you want nothing to do with him, you want nothing to do with me."

"You're going to choose him over me? I've always protected you through everything, Jenna."

"You won't even attempt to be friends with him or at least fucking pretend! For me!"

"Why put myself through that?"

"I'd do it for you, Lindsey and you know I would."

"Not if Tristan says otherwise. You'd do whatever he says."

"That is not true. That's not how our relationship works."

"I bet," She said nodding as she stood up again. "But you've made it clear Jenna Robinson that you'd choose a prick over me so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'll be just fine without you." She grabbed her purse and stomped out the kitchen. I could hear the sound of the door open and slam close.

Tristan was glaring at me. I saw it from the corner of my eye. I slowly looked to him. He leaned forward until our faces were inches apart. "I do not want that fucking cunt in this house again, okay Jenna?"

I just stared at him.

He grabbed my face with his hands. "Do I fucking make myself clear?" He asked, his blue eyes piercing into mine. I nodded. I didn't want her back in here either. Of course I was going to apologize and she'll forgive but I could never bring her back around Tristan. That was a given.





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