Jennifer Aniston And Justin Theroux Novels & Stories

"Jennifer, I watched them die right in front of me—flung more than 30 feet into the air, blood and brains all over the road. Do you know how horrifying that was? I just wanted to help them seek justice. And you? As their daughter, you helped the perpetrator cover it up." I did not lower my voice. People in the corridor turned their heads, clearly sensing some scandalous drama unfolding. Jennifer's eyes were bloodshot, but slowly, a sliver of clarity returned to her. She immediately pulled out her phone and called Justin. As soon as the call connected, his voice came across as overly sweet, nauseatingly flirtatious. "What's wrong? Miss me already?" His fake tone was disgusting, and Jennifer's

“You keep saying that.” “Because you keep earning it.” His hand left my chin, but he didn’t move away. My breath brushed his shirt. His did the same to my cheek. Our faces were close - too close. The air seemed thicker between us, like something invisible was pulling forward, forward, forward. “Zayn,” I whispered. “Yes.” “This is… a lot.” “I know.” “Is it still… therapy?” His eyes held mine. “Yes.” I swallowed. “It doesn’t feel… normal.”

he asked, and my brows furrowed deeply as Theresa hated to think that Justin would get back with Sophia after all, they once had sex. "Do whatever you like. I do not care, but do not dare to tell my family that we are mates. This is between us. And I will find time to reject you," I told him, my voice stern, and he mumbled. "Alright, babe. Take care," Justin cut me off, but my brows furrowed when I heard him call me babe again. "Why is he so stubborn?" I growled and went to strip off my dress to have my bath. *****

"You can't get married to her, her reputation is scarred, just last week she was caught with that old film producer and just when I covered it up, this one hits… she's got too many scandals, we'll have to find another girl for you." "Who is it this time?" "The Wilson family's daughter." "But-" his phone's buzz interrupted. "Hold on." He said and got his glasses before picking up his phone, he suddenly started laughing, "JUSTIN SMITH ACCUSED OF RAPE." He read out. "What?" I asked but he only went on laughing. "The media nowadays…" he laughed, "they just bring up crazy stor-" he then started coughing, I remained unfazed and in some minutes his coughing had turned into a smile, "you know me so

Olima replied, and Jennifer said, "He's a bad boy, and he loves sleeping with young ladies. I had almost slept with him too then when I usually sneaked out to visit the club, but he rejected me then.. nonsense.." Olima saw the look of hurt flash in Jennifer's eyes as she spoke about Justin, and Olima wondered if Jennifer was speaking about the same Justin that she knew, or another Justin. "Justin? Are you sure that he's the one? As Justin is a nice guy, and he's the one that took me to his parent's home?" Olima said, and Jennifer's eyes widened in shock. "Did he sleep with you?" Jennifer asked her.

"You are right, Jennifer. You turn out to be very calculating. I admire you more and more." "Remember! We are only cooperating to fight the enemy. I will not become your secret lover." Jennifer, as it turned out, had other thoughts; she was planning something big. She was now Jennifer Jones, the scandal-ridden actress, in the secret fortress in Malibu, allied with the CEO who loved her and had simultaneously become a shadow of his past betrayal. "Now," Jennifer said, releasing Julian's grip. "I need a hot bath. And then, you tell me, who is Thomas? And what did Mr. Rose do to your wife?"

Rosalie wished she could reach through the screen and hold him in her arms. Not being able to live with her child was painful, but at least Justin was by her side. Just then, Justin stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. He walked over and sat right next to Rosalie, shirtless. He accidentally appeared on camera. Theodore saw him and frowned slightly. He knew very well that Rosalie and Justin were now together, so it was only natural that they shared a bed. But seeing Justin sitting beside Rosalie half-naked in the video call still sent a pang through his heart.

Anabel, her name, was it? "Audrey..." Justin continues and adjusts his seating positing so he could face me better. "I know I lost your trust over one small stupid thing—" "You cheated on me. That's not small." "—But you have to believe me when I say..." Justin purses his lips. "Audrey, I saw that girl and Cayden making out. And because they were on some deserted hill, they were in the car and... I think they might've had sex." I looked into Justin's eyes. I've dated him for a few years now and I've learnt how to tell if he's lying or not. And, as much as I hate to believe it... he wasn't.

Chapter 60: You’re Next They even painted me as some manipulative temptress who seduced her boss into leaking company secrets. We laughed. Then cried. Then locked all the doors. It was midnight when I woke to find Justin gone from the bed. I walked out to the balcony and saw him shirtless under the moonlight, phone to his ear, voice low. “I don’t care,” he snapped. “You tell Anton if he touches her again, I’ll bury him myself.”

He looked every bit the part: tall, composed, his smile easy and confident, his hand on her lower back for the benefit of the crowd. In private, that hand rarely touched her at all. Two days before the rehearsal, Justin asked to meet her at a quiet coffee shop, away from the bustle. There, with the casual arrogance that always made her skin crawl, he told her about his recent affair and made it clear he still wanted the wedding to go on. “It was just a moment. I had to find out if I still had anything left for her,” he said, as if he were discussing a business deal gone sideways.