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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(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 21, 2012    Reads: 782    Comments: 20    Likes: 4   

Author's Note: Once again not alot happening in this chapter. Sorry. But I won't be updating for a while. Next time I update, I'll be putting up five chapters at once. I'll talk to you all soon.

Chapter 26: Everybody loves Jenna

When we get home, I'm still giving Tristan the silent treatment. He asks me out of the blue did I cheat on him. Now why the fuck would I do that when we got married three weeks ago?

He closes the front door and looks at me.

"Talk." He demands.

I shake my head and head upstairs to change out of my dress.

I slip my purple pumps off and take the butterfly clip out of my hair and place it on the dresser with the rest of my jewelry.

Tristan comes in staring at me like a lunatic.

"Can you unzip me?" I ask.

"I'm sorry."

"Please don't say that anymore. I'm sick of "I'm sorry". Please come and unzip my dress."

"Do you forgive me?" He asked.

I shake my head.

"Then no."

"Maybe Clementine was right for leaving you." I muttered. It just came out by itself.

"What the hell did you just say?" He walked over to me and I turned around to him. "I said, Maybe Clementine was right to leave you." I was feeling bold finally.

Tristan narrows his eyes at me. "You need to watch what you say, Jenna."

"Or?" I asked. Tristan's glare turns into full on ice. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him. "You don't threaten me. You can't control me. You have no fucking authority over me."

"Jenna, you need to calm the fuck down for a second." He said. I try to compose myself but anger was inside me. Since before. He hit me. Tries to get me pregnant without me knowing and accuses me of cheating. Yes. I have a right to be mad.

"No. I'm sick of you already. I shouldn't have married you!" I knew the words weren't true and I knew he knew it but already, he was making me resent it all.

He walked closer. "Re ally? That's how you feel?"

I nod and he presses me hard against the wall and kisses me hard with want. With need. I slap him and push him away but he comes back at me inviting his tongue in my mouth. I guess the slap thing just doesn't do it anymore.

He pisses me off so much, I sometimes want nothing to do with him but he always has me coming back. No matter how much I want to kill him.

I bite his lip hard. "Fuck you." I said looking him in his eyes.

He grabs my ass, lifts me up and wraps my legs around him and then resumes kissing me. Once again, as always, I can't resist him. I run my fingers through his hazel colored hair and close my eyes to savor the taste of him.

Tristan turns and carries me to the bed and then sits me down. Our deep kissing didn't break once.

Instead of unzipping it like I asked. He rips the dress and throws it to the floor. "Tristan," I whispered.

"Still mad at me?" He asked. I nod and he smirks against my lips. "I don't give a fuck." He whispers and kisses me again while unbuttoning his shirt. Help him unbutton his shirt. I'm burning for him inside. I'm burning with desire and I want him to give me what I want. I want to be underneath or on top of him with one of my favorite parts of him inside of me.

I slide my panties down and then I get his tie from around his neck and throw it down with his shirt. I'm desperate as I reach for his pants. I pull them down quickly with lust burning too bright. I want him now.

The second his boxers are off, he's on top of me biting at my neck hurting me.

I think, purposely.

"You're going to hurt me?" I asked looking up at him.

He nodded. "You pissed me off, Mrs. Niles."

"If you keep hurting me, I'll be done with you." I said. His blue eyes widened.

"Are you seriously threatening to leave? Do you understand the fact that I won't let you?" He leans down to bite my neck and I cry out and push him up.

"Stop it."

Tristan smirks. "Little whore."

"I'm not a whore."

"You're my little whore." He breathes against my lips. I shake my head as he pins my hands to the bed and intertwines his fingers into mine. "Want me to stop?"

"Uh yeah, if you hadn't noticed."

"Stop biting or stop trying to seduce you?"

"The biting." I answered. He leaned down to kiss me and then used his leg to spread mine apart.

I can't resist him. What would be the point? He's gotten under my skin. Literally.

He slowly buries himself in me and his breathing hitches. As does mine.

I place my hands on his chest and look up into his eyes. I'm caught between anger and lust and I don't understand it. I don't understand Tristan. I don't understand our relationship but I love it. I love him. I love us. He leans down and kisses my nose and then my lips as he keeps his fingers intertwined in mine pinned to bed.

Tristan is the only person who has ever made me feel this way. Angry yet filled with lust. I wanted to slap him and fuck him. He makes me full of mixed emotions.

How the hell does he do that?

I moan as I soon climax hard around him at the same time he climaxes inside of me moaning with me.

He puts his weight on me and kisses me again. "You annoy me so damn much." I said.

Tristan smiles. "You annoy me also. That's marriage." He whispered.

He kisses me again before getting up slightly and slowly sliding out of me and then sliding back with a big smile on his face. I smile back at him. "I'm already hard again, sweetheart. I think you have something to do with that."

I nod as he kisses my forehead and then my nose. "I'm sorry." He whispered. His blue eyes are sincere.

"I know." I place both my hands on both sides of his face and look into his blue eyes. "You can't hurt me anymore."

He shook his head. "I won't. I swear to you that I won't. If I do again, I'm giving you official permission to punch me in my face."

I laugh softly and nodded. "Better fucking believe it."

He presses his forehead against mine breathing softly. "When am I getting a kid?" He asked out of the blue. I stare up at him. He's staring back down at me.

"After my book is published and whenever I feel like I'm ready for one." I answered.

The next morning when I woke up, I got in the shower and got dressed in my uniform and was off to work. Been so long. Dean gave me a long break off of work. I walked in and Lindsey smiled widely when she saw me. "It's about damn time. I missed you." She hugged me and then Dean did.

"I missed you guys too."

"How was the honeymoon?" Lindsey asked. She sounded like she couldn't care less.

"The Honey moon was good…..fuck-wise." I said. She narrowed her eyes.

"Any other wise?"

I shrugged. "Oh you know."

"He hit you?"

I sighed. That's always the question from her. "No….as always no."

"Was he annoying?"

"Just being his normal prick self." I said. She nodded.

"Your dad came in a couple times. I guess he was hoping to see you."

Fuck. I forgot all about him. And my mom.

"Dean can I….?

Dean nodded before I could finish my sentence. I dug into my pocket but my phone wasn't in there.

Damnit. I left it at home.

Lindsey immediately hands me hers.

I take it and dial my mother's number.

Takes a few rings before she picks up.


"Mom. Hi." I breathe. I really missed her voice and I'm only just now realizing it.

"I haven't heard from you since the wedding."

"Yeah. I know. I should have called. I'm so sorry I forgot."

"Was the honeymoon okay?"

I nod. "Yeah…it was great. Had some problems with Tristan but…..you know."

"Everything okay?"

I nod

"Yeah, everything will be fine. Did….dad come by?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment. "Yes. About three times. You weren't there and he became…..mad."

"Is he there now?"

"Yes. One second." You can hear shifting through the other line and I leaned against the wall as I saw Sean and Nate enter the restaurant. How did they know I worked here? Or did they know?

Lindsey was about to walk over to them but I stopped her and mouthed "I got it."

"Hello?" Asked a deep voice.

"Hi daddy." Daddy? Was I five?

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for not coming to see you. Haley does have pictures though. And you look amazing, Jenna. So beautiful in your wedding dress." I felt like crying and telling my dad that I needed him and I was sorry for acting so stupid but I kept myself composed. "Can me and Tristan come see you later?" I asked. He didn't answer right away.

"Sure, Jenna."

I smiled.

"I'm at work. So I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Jenna."

I hung up the phone and gave it back to Lindsey.

"Weren't they at your wedding?" She asked looking at Sean and Nate. I nod. "Yes."

"He's sexy." She said pointing to Nate. I smiled.

"Yeah, Nate is really sweet. He's going to be the godfather of me and Tristan's upcoming children."

"Wait, Jenna. You're only like nineteen. Why start on kids so soon?"

"Tristan wants them."

"And you?"

"Want to explore life a little longer before kids. I told him to wait after my book gets published but that was just to put the whole thing off longer. Anyway, I have to go serve Sean and Nate. I'll be back." I said.

I walked over to their table which is the table Tristan always sits at whenever he comes in.

"Hey guys."

Sean smiles at me. "Niles. You look rather sexy in your uniform." He said. I roll my eyes at him and look to Nate.

"Hey, Nate."

He smiles warmly. "Nice place here, Miss Jenna."

"Thanks. How'd you guys find me?" I asked.

"We were talking with Tristan and I asked him where you were and he said working at the diner. We were hungry anyway so we figured…why the fuck not?" Sean said.

"Where's Carl?" I asked.

"At work early in the fucking morning as always."

"So what can I get you guys?" I asked.

"I'll take a coffee with eggs, sausage, and a biscuit." Sean said. I wrote down on a small pad of paper and then looked to Nate.

"And you, Nate?"

"A cup of orange juice, sausage and pancakes please."

"How many sausages and how many pancakes?" I asked.

"Two for the pancakes and four for the sausage." I write it all down in the notepad and then looked to Sean. "Want your eggs sunny side up or scrambled and how many pieces of sausage?"

"Scrambled and three pieces, Niles. Thanks." I nod once and smile before walking off into the kitchen.

Nate's POV

I watch as Miss Jenna walked away from us. Her red pony tail swinging as she all but skipped back to the kitchen I'm guessing.

"Can you come back to fucking earth for a second?" Sean asked.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry."

Sean narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction Miss Jenna walked away in and then looked at me. "Do you…? You like Niles?" He asked.

What? That was ridiculous. "No, Sean. Jesus. She's the wife of our best friend."

"She is a hot piece of ass though. Wonder how Tristan got that."

She is quite beautiful.

"I don't know. Same way he got Clementine, probably."

Sean sighed and shook his head. "He always gets the crazy ass chicks but I like this girl. She's seriously the hottest girl he's ever brought around us. I think I know why she's so attached."


"I believe that he took her virginity. Probably jumped at the opportunity. Shit, I know I would."

"Why are we talking about this? It's not our business."

"You want her to be your business. Come on, I see the way you look at her."

Before I could respond, Miss Jenna came back over with Sean's food. "Yours will be done in a few seconds." She said and then turned and walked away.

Sean smiled and shook his head.

"You want her, I can see it."

Some part of me was attracted to Miss Jenna but I couldn't do something like that to Tristan and Miss Jenna trust me. Why the hell would I want to lose her trust for making a pass at her?

She came back with a smile on her face and my food in her hands.

She sits it down and smiles. "There you go."

"Thank you, Miss Jenna." I said. She nodded and looked to Sean. "It's on the house."

"It's official, I love you, Niles." Sean said raising his glass.

She giggled and walked off again.

Okay, maybe I had a small attraction towards her. But…..I simply refuse to act on it.


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