Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
‘No, you’re not.’ He laughs.
‘It’s fine. I’ll go to the doctor’s to replace them.’ I say casually, and I’ll be hiding them. I have no idea what I’m going to do if I am pregnant. Die on the spot, I think. His hands become firmer on my back, only reinforcing my suspicions. ‘You’ll just have to wear a condom until I can re-start my course.’ I add.
‘I don’t like wearing condoms with you.’ he strains the words out.
‘We won’t be having any sex then.’ I conclude smugly. He is so hiding my pills.
‘Watch your mouth!’
I laugh to myself. I don’t know why. I should be raging, panicking, worrying. I can’t even begin to imagine how he would be with me if I was carrying his child. Holy shit, it would be unbearable. He would wrap me in cotton wool, lock me in a padded cell and guard it for nine months. Jesus Christ. I really hope I’m not pregnant. My life would be over. And how would he be with his children if he’s like this with me? Waiting for this period is going to be the longest time of my life.
‘You okay?’ he asks.
‘Fine.’ I answer quickly. ‘How long has Cathy worked for you?’ I ask, diverting the conversation from what is a completely pointless one. He’ll never admit it, anyway.
‘Nearly ten years.’
‘She’s fond of you.’
‘She is.’ he says quietly, and I know he feels the same way about Cathy. By his own admission he couldn’t live without her.
‘Does she know about The Manor? Ouch!’
‘Baby, I’m sorry!’ Oh, the fear in his voice. His lips fall straight on my back to kiss me better. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.’ I feel him lift slightly and then the short, sharp connection on his hand across my arse. ‘Hey!’
‘Don’t be clever.’ he admonishes me and glides his palm over my cheek.
‘Well?’ I push.
‘Well what?’
‘Cathy. Does she know about The Manor?’ I feel some cream land on my bum cheek and then his hand working it into the sting.
‘Yes, she knows. It’s not some secret society, Ava. There are no cloak and daggers. You’re done. Up you get.’
‘You kept it a secret from me.’ I mutter indignantly, sitting myself on the edge of the bed.
‘That’s because I was falling hard and fast in love with you and it scared me to death to think you would run away from me if you found out.’ One brow arches accusingly, and I know what’s coming next. ‘And you did.’ he finishes.
‘It was a bit of a shock.’ I try to defend myself. The subsequent events after my discovery still make me shudder, and I want to point out that I came back to him after the whole Manor bombshell. It was the drinking that really made me run. ‘I knew you were experienced, but I didn’t anticipate it was because you owned a sex club that you utilised excessively.’ I don’t relish the reminder.
‘Hey!’ He closes in on me and lowers me to the bed dropping a kiss on my lips. ‘Let’s not re-visit old news. It’s all about us, and now and tomorrow and the next day and then the rest of our lives.’
‘Okay. Kiss me.’ I grin.
‘I’m sorry. Who has the power?’ His lips are twitching as his eyes flick from mine to my lips.
‘You do.’
‘Good girl,’ He drowns me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I want, but all too soon he pulls away. I express my annoyance with an audible grumble, and he narrows his eyes on me. ‘I’m ignoring you. Wear your new cream dress.’ He gets up and leaves me to shower and prepare for dinner.
I walk into the kitchen feeling very special in my new cream dress, narrow gold belt and new cream heels. My hair is swishing across my back and my make-up is light. I skid to a halt on my heels as I get my first eyeful of Jesse. He’s on his phone, listening intently and he looks mouthwatering in his navy suit and pale pink shirt. My roving eyes work their way from his tan Grenson’s, up his long, lean legs, past his firm, perfectly toned chest and to his clean shaven, devastating face. He’s scowling.
I frown at him and his eyes soften as he perches on a stool and pats his thigh. I wander over and rest myself on his lap while I search through my bag to find my gloss. His face goes straight into my hair on an inhale and his arm snakes around my waist pulling me closer.
‘So, what can you tell me other than that?’ He’s speaking with little civility.
I turn and give him a questioning look as I sweep my gloss wand across my lips. He ignores my obvious curiousness and kisses me lightly on the cheek.