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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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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34

Submitted:Jul 18, 2012    Reads: 603    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


Author's note: Not alot happening in these two chapters but enjoy lovers! (I stole it from u nikki) lol Well u got lovelies and i got lovers. Enjoy guys! oh and for all of u who use to read sex kitten, i will post a chapter up either today or tomorrow morning.

Chapter 24: Two sides to Tristan

Tuesday morning when I woke up, I sat up in the bed and looked over to see Tristan still sleeping. The cover was covering his naked body partially and fully covering mine. He had "just fucked" hair so I'm pretty sure I also had it. Fuck. I need my birth control pills. I got out of bed. Now that I think about it….did I? Did I take them yesterday? Or the day before? Fuck. How the fuck can I forget? And…me and Tristan has been making love nonstop since we've got here.

I grabbed my suit case from under the bed and unzipped my it. I looked around throwing all of my clothes everywhere yet; the little pink container was not in there. Please don't tell me I forgot them. No I didn't. I know I put them in the bigger suit case. Or maybe it was the little one. I pray that it's in the little one. I drag the little one from under the bed and unzip it. I look through and there's only clothes inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I didn't pack them! What the fuck? I could have sworn I……

I slowly look to Tristan. He told me he wanted a baby. No this fucking bastard did not. No he didn't.

I slap his chest really hard and he immediately wakes up looking at me with a gaze that was both sexy and confused. Don't think about how fucking gorgeous he is. You're pissed. "You stole my birth control pills."

He blinked and nodded. "Yes and?" he asked. I saw nothing but red. I lifted up my hand and slapped him as hard as I could. Fucking bastard. My hand stung badly. I almost wanted to cry from the pain but I held myself together and then looked at his face. He glared at me and softly lifted the covers from his body and stood up. I backed away from him. Feeling little fear and a lot of fear at the same time. Like both amounts of fear were taking turns affecting my mind.

He kept walking closer to me with this dark glare in his eyes until I was pressed against the wall. "I hate you." I whispered.

Tristan shook his head and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry, Jenna."

"No. No. Get the fuck away from me." I pushed him away and went to grab a tank and my panties before going downstairs.

I could immediately hear him shifting upstairs and then him walking down the stairs. I sighed and went to the kitchen. He followed me and stared at me intently. "You manipulated me. How could you do that? Are you fucking insane? Did you think I'd be happy that you forced me to get pregnant?"

"I did not force you."

"You took my pills out of my suit case for a reason."

"Just take the pregnancy test, Jenna." Please don't tell me he had one here. Because I will be seriously pissed.

"I bought one a while ago."

"You planned all this shit didn't you? And just when I thought you couldn't have been a bigger prick."

Tristan bawled his fist up and I knew I was pushing his temper. I sighed. "Where is the pregnancy test?" I asked.

"Bathroom under the sink. There are two." Of course there is.

I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Isn't this always the fucking case? A girl goes into the bathroom with a pregnancy afraid she's pregnant. But the case is never that the husband throws the birth control pills out to purposely get the girl pregnant.

I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and there are two rectangular boxes sitting there. I grabbed the box and opened it. Tristan came in and shut the door. A little fucking privacy please?

He watched me as I took the test out and read the directions.

"Are you going to watch me pee and take this test?"

"I've watched you cum plenty of times. I think I can watch you pee."

I sat on the toilet and took the test.

Tristan was looking at the floor with a stern look on his face. When I was done, I sat it on the counter, wiped and then flushed the toilet.

I pulled my panties back up and just leaned against the other side of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, Jenna." He said softly.

I shook my head. "Don't talk."

"You're going to give me the silent treatment?"

"Rather I slap you again?" I asked. He glared at me. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "Check the test, Jenna." His voice showed irritation. I wanted to slap him again.

I walked back to the counter and looked at the test. It said "Not pregnant." Some small part of me was upset but another part of me was relieved.

I looked to Tristan and then gave him the test. "Your little plan didn't work." And with that, I walked out of the bathroom.

I sighed as I walked back upstairs.

"Jenna," Tristan was right behind me. "I'm sorry."

"No. No you're not sorry. You wanted this to happen. Pack your shit, Tristan. I want to go home."

"Jenna, we're not going home."

"Oh yes we are. You have really pissed me off. Seriously. I hate you for what you did but of course I still love you. I just want to go home and go to sleep."

"You can sleep here, Jenna. We drove my car here. I got the fucking keys. We're staying."

"You can't make me."

"Jenna, stop being so damn childish and listen to me." He came over to me and made me sit on the bed. I stared at him as he sighed.

"I am sorry for the pain I've caused you. Emotionally. I just…..I want a kid with you, Jenna. I want to have one so bad with you. I need to. I want you to be the mother of my child. I want us to have a family. "

"And you had to manipulate me to do it?"

"I'm so sorry. I won't do it again. I'll wait until you have published your writing." He said nodding. I can see an apologetic look lurking in his eyes and it made me slightly less mad. How does he make me feel this way?

Fuck, I love him. That's why.

"Thank you." I said. He smiled and lifted my hand and kissed it and then kissed my forehead.

"I know some people who will help out with that, sweetheart. I can get it published for you."

"You've been distracting me."

"I'm sorry. Do you want to be alone?" He asked. He was acting oddly…..sweet? Do I make him this way? Or does he act this way so I won't be mad at him.

"Yes and no." I answered.

He smiles briefly. "You have to finish your writing anyway. Can't believe you brought your laptop to our honeymoon."

"Well I did." I said shrugging. He smiled and kissed me on my forehead before leaving alone in the bedroom.

Fuck. Imagine if his whole plan would have actually worked.

I could easily have been pregnant right now. How could he do that? He actually had this all planned out and some part of me will always be angry about this but some other part of me is happy he wants kids with me.

Okay. So maybe bringing the laptop to the honeymoon wasn't such a good idea but I can't go a day without writing….when I'm not distracted by a fucking sexy billionaire.

I opened my laptop and resumed my document of the story Sex Kitten.

I had serious case of writer's block.

But after a few moments, I knew exactly what to write. It was an erotica story. A fan fiction of the story Fifty Shades of Grey. But I don't think its okay to write a fan fiction of a fan fiction. But who the hell cares? I was already on chapter 12 and it made me happy and relieved. Of course I had to do my research about BDSM and submission.

I would like to be Tristan's submissive for a night. I'd love that. Maybe I can talk to him about it…..eventually once I'm not slightly pissed anymore.

I still can't believe he tried to pull that shit though. Really Tristan? You want a baby so bad, that you'd try to manipulate me into it?

It failed, baby.

I closed my laptop and laid back on the bed. Fucking finished. I must have had some kind of adrenaline in my body or my head was filled with ideas, because never ever in my life have I written twenty five chapters in one damn day.

By the time the sun went down, Tristan came back upstairs. He still looked ashamed. "Get a lot done?" He asked. I nodded and smiled at him.

"Jenna,"

"Hmm?"

"I love you. So much. I'm so sorry."

"Well I got a lot done so you just might be getting your baby soon." He smiled and came over to me and sat beside me and kissed my shoulder.

I just thought of something. "Let's play truth or dare." I said.

Tristan's eyebrows pulled together as he looked at me. "We're not twelve fucking years old last time I checked."

I shrugged. "I'll go first," I said. "Truth or dare?"

Tristan couldn't hide his smile. "Truth."

"Why do you hate Clementine?" I asked. His face slowly fell. Shit. I shouldn't have asked that.

Tristan ran his fingers through his hair. I was doing this because I wanted answers I knew he didn't want to give me.

"I don't hate her, Jenna. She just annoys me."

"Everyone annoys you."

"Clementine was just a complicated girl. I was confused of my feelings for her and then she left out of nowhere."

"Did you…..ever hit her?" I asked. Tristan's blue eyes stared into mine.

"Yes. I did." He admitted. He looked away for a second as if he didn't want to see my reaction.

Should that make me feel some type of way?

"Truth or dare." He said still not meeting my eyes.

"Truth." I whispered.

"Are you afraid of me, Jenna?" His eyes locked on mine again.

"I'm only afraid because I never know what you're going to do next. And I have that same fear with my dad." I said.

Tristan had a thoughtful expression on his face. "You don't know what I'm going to do next?"

"When you hit me, I didn't expect it." I said.

"I know. I didn't want to do that."

He placed his hand on my leg and brought it up to my thigh while staring in my eyes. I wanted him as always.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." He answered.

"Who annoys you the least? Lindsey or Clementine?" I asked. I really wanted to know what his answer would be.

"If Lindsey wasn't such a bitch sometimes or had such a crazy fucking attitude, I'd be okay with her."

"Lindsey has had a bad childhood and adulthood. She's been raped by her mother's boyfriend repeatedly when she was sixteen and then her ex who is in prison abused and raped her. She's been through a lot of shit. Just please apologize to her." I begged.

Tristan sighed. "Fine." I smiled and kissed him hard. "Thank you."





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