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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 26, 2012    Reads: 630    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Chapter 28: Birthday night ruined

Tristan recently bought me a new car. Well….bought himself a new car since I like driving his so much.

"What's the name of this club again?" I asked looking over at him.

He looked good as usual in a black shirt, gray jacket and black jeans.

And I was wearing a dark red dress with black pumps.

"Stage, I believe." He answered.

"Stage? Where the hell do they get these club names from? Versace, Oraz, Stage?"

Tristan shrugged.

I pulled up into the crowded parking lot and grabbed my purse. Tristan came over to my side and opened the door for me. Which was unusual. He intertwined his fingers into mine and leaned down so his lips were at my ear. "You look so fucking sexy tonight." He whispered. I turned to him and kissed him. He kissed me back pressing me against the car.

"Get a fucking room." Said Sean flicking a cigarette onto the ground. Tristan stepped away from me but wrapped his arm around me as I smiled. "Hey Sean." I said waving to him.

He smiled. "How are you, Niles?"

I shrugged. "Living."

"Happy birthday."

"Thanks. Finally in the twenties."

"P.Y. T." Sean said smiling. I blushed and looked up at Tristan who squeezed my hand and I immediately released it.

I walked ahead in the club and Sean and Tristan followed me.

The club had light on the ceiling that changed colors so the club was like the colors of the rainbow. I smiled as I looked around at everyone dancing and letting loose. My kind of club.

Nate came over to me smiling. "Miss Jenna." He kissed my cheek and Tristan was immediately by my side and held me possessively. Oh god.

"That's why they call it Stage." Carl came up behind us. He pointed to the huge stage in the center where a small group of people were dancing.

"It's your birthday, let's get up there." Nate said smiling at me.

"It's too many people."

"Fuck them. Let's go." Sean said leading us toward the stage. We were constantly getting bumped but we made it up there and Sean talked to the dancers up on the stage. They looked at the rest of us and a few of the girls smiled flirtatiously at Tristan. I looked at him and he was looking back at me.

"It's her birthday. Can she dance up here?" Sean asked. They all looked at me and then began getting off the stage. I smiled and thanked Sean. Tristan, Nate and Carl and I all got on the stage and we all started dancing together.

It was hot. I felt kind of slutty for dancing with four guys at once even though one of them is my husband but I don't know why I thought about that. Tristan was okay with it, we were just dancing.

Sean kept going down to get me shots and I took them back to back to back. I haven't had this much fun in so long.

This is why I want to wait for kids. I'm only twenty. I have a long way to go.

Tristan's POV

I just sat back and watched Jenna dance. Why did it enrage me that she was dancing with my friends? I trusted them. I trusted her. They are the only people I've ever trusted.

I was sitting in a chair facing the stage watching her as she danced with Carl and Nate. I wanted her as always.

She always makes me want her. She's so intoxicating and she seems to feel the same way about me.

I don't know how but I was smitten the second I saw her.

That first moment I saw her, I knew how I felt and I have never felt that way with Clementine. I'm just now remembering how depressing that relationship was.

Speak of the devil……..

Clementine came in. Fuck. Is she stalking me? Why the hell am I seeing her everywhere? I glance back up at Jenna who's still dancing and then I look back to clementine.

She walks up to me with a shy smile on her face. She looks up to Jenna and frowns.

"What do you want?"

She looks back down to me. "You're not mad? Her up there dancing with those guys?"

She's dancing, not fucking. Although I can see her getting a little serious with Nate. But I try to ignore it. "She's having fun. It's her birthday. What the fuck is it to you?"

"I know I walked out on you before but I'm sorry, Tristan. Okay? You know I love you."

"What we had wasn't love. I don't even know what the fuck it was. Now get the fuck out of my face."

"Or what? You're going to hit me?" She asked. I stared at her in bewilderment.

She looked back at Jenna and shook her head. "I know you hurt her occasionally, she's just not strong enough to fight back. I can see right through her."

"And it goes double for you. Goddamn, you are worse than her friend. I didn't think it was possible." I shook my head disgusted that I ever even met the woman. Go away before I bash your head into fucking concrete.

Clementine stared at Jenna for a good twenty seconds before she got up on stage with her . Oh fuck.

Clementine started dancing with Nate, Sean and Carl, and Jenna. They were all glaring at her. She had to understand the fact that she is like an alien around them. She doesn't understand that. Christ.

I got up, grabbed her arm and pulled her off the stage. She was embarrassing herself for god sakes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"It's my wife's birthday today. Do not fuck it up. Take your ass across the fucking club and stay there." I said. She looked hurt….and scared.

"Tristan, I'm trying…."

"To ruin what I have with Jenna? I love her, Clementine. Get that through your dumb fucking blonde head. It's only her. It's only going to be her." I couldn't believe I had this one girl who had all this power over me. We both looked back up at Jenna. Me, in fascination and Clementine in anger with a hint of envy.

"One day, you'll get angry and you'll hurt her in the worse way and she'll leave you. Just like I did you."

I looked down at her. "Go get fucked you ugly bitch." I pushed her out the way and she stumbled back slightly. A few guys were laughing. Others were glaring at me. I didn't give a fuck. I just ignored them and looked back up at Jenna.

Jenna's POV

Wow. Too tipsy. I fell into Nate by accident. He helped me up and the place started spinning. Shit. I need to sit down. I feel like I'm going to throw up my lungs. Nate helps me off the stage and into a seat next to Tristan. When did he get right here? I could have sworn he was still up there dancing with us.

"Having fun?" He asked. He wasn't smiling. He was more like glaring at me. I shrugged. "I was until that last drink. But I don't want to go home yet!" I shout over the music.

"You looked good up there." He said nodding. I smiled at him.

"Especially up there dancing with Nate." His glare deepens. And I automatically know what he's mad at. He thinks there is something going on between me and Nate. When will he see that I love him and I see Nate as a brother?

"We were just dancing. You stopped and sat down. Was I supposed to stop dancing because you did?"

"No. Wish you just toned it down a little."

"It's my birthday. I'm allowed to have fun."

I didn't say you weren't, Jenna. You just looked like a slut up there, that's all."

I glared at him. Was he serious?

"Okay." I got up and he stood up with me. "Going home?"

"No. I'm going to walk over Lindsey's house. Fuck you. Goodnight."

"You're not going there."

"Yes I am. I need a break from you. You obviously try to piss me off on purpose and I'm not for that. I'm going over there for a couple days. Call me when you're the man I married." I snatched my purse from off the table and headed towards the doors.

I didn't realize that having fun and dancing wasn't allowed in this relationship. When I got out of the club, I looked around. Goddamn it's dark out here.

"Jenna!" I turned and Tristan was stomping out the club towards me. "Get in the car. Now."

"What part of no do you not understand? I'm going to see Lindsey. Or would you prefer I go home with Nate? I mean you automatically assume that so why not?"

"Don't make me mad, Jenna." I didn't notice people coming out of the club watching us. Tristan turned his head and then looked back to me. "Don't make a scene, Jenna. Just get in the car and I'll drive you over there."

"You think I'm stupid? You'll take me home. No thank you."

Sean came over to us and flicked another cigarette to the ground.

"I'll take you where you need to go." He said. Tristan glared at him and then me. I turned and walked away with Sean. I promised him I wouldn't leave him but I needed to get away.

I got into the passenger's side of Sean's car and he got in the driver's side. I risked a glance over to Tristan. He gave me a murderous glare and it truly had me scared. What the hell was my problem? I'm letting my own husband scare me? This is ridiculous.

"Which way I'm going?" Sean asked putting a cigarette in his mouth. What is it with guys and cigarettes?

"Lindsey lives on Peach Street." I said. Sean nodded and started the car up and sped out the parking lot.

"So what the hell was all that about?" Sean asked rolling the window down.

"Tristan got pissed because I was dancing with you all and he thinks I have a thing for Nate."

Sean looked over at me. "Wow. What gave him that theory?"

"He's Tristan Niles. Always overreacting and overprotective. I love him but he has issues."

"Everyone does, Niles. You're his wife. You got to help him through that shit."

Sean speaks the truth.

"I know. It's frustrating having to always deal with his shit."

"Tristan always was that way. Get used to it; you're stuck with him forever."

"Thank you for reminding me."

Sean smiled.

"Just work with him. You can't just walk out every time he pisses you off. That's marriage. My parents been married for thirty eight years. They've fought. Cheated on each other, argued. You name it. But they're still together. So shit takes time, Jenna. Tristan is more than just looks and perfection."

"I know. He's emotionally damaged and just wants to be loved. But he can't expect that if he's going to act like an ass for no reason. He said I looked like a slut."

Sean frowned and looked over to me as he turned onto Lindsey's street. "Well…..I mean….I thought everything was fine. We were all having fun."

"Yes. I was having a lot of fun."

"Which house?" Sean asked slowly cruising down the street. I pointed to the white small one. He pulled up on the curb.

"Thank you for giving me a ride, Sean. No doubt Tristan's going to hate you."

Sean shrugged. "When isn't he angry?'

He had a point.

"Bye, Jenna." He kissed my cheek.

I waved and got out of the car and closed the door.

I walked up to Lindsey's house and knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, Sean drove off.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Need a break." I said closing the door. Lindsey smiled and nodded. "Want a drink? I got vodka."

I shook my head. "Coffee, please. I had enough to drink tonight."

"What happened?" She asked as she led me to the kitchen. I sat down in a chair.

"Me, Tristan and his friends were dancing and out of nowhere, he just got mad at me. He said I looked like a slut and he really pissed me off."

"Was that one of his friends that dropped you off?"

I nodded.

Lindsey put the coffee on and got out a bag of Cheetos and threw it to me. Shit. I forgot to take my birth control pills. Shit. Shit.

I don't even care right now.

I opened the bag and went to town with them. "I love the bastard but he's such a ….."

"Bastard?" Lindsey asked.

I nodded.

"Well, I'm seeing that you're deeply in love with him. Me and Johnnie had trouble in the beginning, middle and end but marriages are different. You're just young and a newly wed. Things will get better."

"What? Lindsey Tater is hoping my marriage with a guy she hates work out?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"You've been lovesick since day one. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't support it."

She got up and poured us both cups of coffee.

Alicia came running in the kitchen and hugged me.

"Hey honey." I said kissing her forehead. "Are you staying here tonight?" She asked.

I looked to Lindsey and she nodded. "Don't even have to ask."

Alicia smiled and jumped up and down excitedly. "Can you sleep in my room with me?" She asked.

I nodded. "Of course."

"Can we stay up and watch a movie and you make popcorn?"

"Nothing would make me happier." She smiled and skipped out of the kitchen.

"Thank you mommy number 2." Lindsey said smiling.

"Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Anytime, Jenna. But you need to get your shit together. You should talk to Tristan soon. Marriage isn't about staying apart."

Lindsey was right. I'm acting like a…..kid.

I had to make this work……some way.


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