Author's Note: This chapter is very short. Sorry. Just need you guys to see what's going on inside Tristan's head right now.
Chapter 21: I love her but she doesn't know what she's in for.
Jenna was sitting on the kitchen counter eating ice cream looking at me. “You saw…Clementine?” I asked. She nodded.
“She looked shocked that you asked me to marry you. But you can tell that she was jealous. I actually felt kind of bad for her.”
“You told her that we’re getting married?”
“Yeah. Somehow the conversation started being about you. She said that you told her she wasn’t good enough for a diamond ring.”
I shook my head. “She wasn’t.”
“Tristan, why are you such a dick?”
“Because I have a dick. That’s my nature.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Do you have all you shit packed?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m going to put them in your car before the day.”
“Fuck. I need to go make sure I got all my stuff packed.” Jenna got off of the counter and walked over to me. I stared at her big eyes and licked my lips. She bit her lip and leaned up to kiss me. I kissed her back. I could feel shivers running to my cock. Just the touch of her lips was making me hard. Her breathing became ragged. “Tristan,” She whispered. My fucking goodness. I just keep thinking to myself how she’ll soon be all mine. And no one else can have her.
I pulled away and she pouted like a little kid. “I have to go finish packing, sweetheart.” I placed my hand on the side of her face and kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips.
It took everything in me not to say “Fuck it” and to fuck her hard against the counter.
But I managed to step away and walked up the stairs. So marriage was a fucking step that Ivowed not to take. I mean….what would be the point? We all die in the end.
But I don’t want anyone else to have Jenna. Because she. Is. Mine. I walked into the bedroom and saw Jenna’s Burberry Louis Vuitton suit cases sitting on the bed. I went over to them and opened them. Right on the top of the bigger suit case were her pink container of birth control pills. I sighed deeply. She knew I wanted a baby. I wanted her to have my baby. She fucking knows that.
I grabbed the birth control pills and threw them into my drawer. She knows better than to look through my shit.
I closed her suit case right back up and got out my suit cases and start to pack more shit.
Jenna appeared in the doorway. “Shouldn’t you be at a bachelor party?” She asked.
I scoffed. “Bachelor parties are a goodbye to the single life. I’m not single and I’ve seen and slept with a lot of strippers to last me a lifetime. I don’t need a bachelor party.”
“Ah, I see.” She said as she walked over and climbed into the bed.
I looked at her. “And you?
“I was never actually interested in bachelorette parties. They make no sense to me. Plus they’re lame and I want to spend this time with you tonight.” She said in an innocent voice that drove me crazy. Even though I knew for a fact she wasn’t “innocent”, I loved it when she acted like she was. If her voice would go soft. That sound when she laughs. When she wears two pigtails like she’s a little kid.
I hate that I found someone who makes my heartbeat fast because I always thought….What the hell is love? Oh yeah. It’s bullshit. But I never felt this way about anybody. And because I never felt this way before, I knew I loved Jenna.
But I know that I’ll get out of control eventually and I might hurt her rather I want to or not.
I slowly looked over to her and she was playing a game on my phone. At least I think that’s what she was doing. She can go through my messages. I’ve got nothing to hide.
“You’ve got a car as your phone wall paper.” She said giggling. I smiled at that sound. “And?”
“You’ve got nothing better? My wallpaper is you.”
“My car is very envious.” I said shrugging. She nodded. “That’s true.”
“Nervous?” I asked.
She looked to me. A warm smile in her eyes. “No. Not really. You?”
“I don’t get nervous.”
“Don’t know. Another thing I lack besides my heart.”
She shook her head as she got off of the bed and came over to me. “You have a heart.”
Jenna was a smart kid but she didn’t know everything about me. ‘ I only have a heart because of you.’ That’s what I wanted to say but…I didn’t say it.
“You don’t know me so well.”
“Tristan, you’ve got me. You’ve got a heart. If you didn’t, you would have never asked me to marry you. Right?”
“I just want to keep you around.”
“Because I make you feel human?” She asked going over my words from months ago.
“Exactly. Understand that now?”
She nodded. “You think you’re a monster?”
I didn’t answer. I just stared at her.
“I know you’re not.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I muttered.