Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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“Hi, Scott.” I smile as he walks me to the car. “How was your day?” I ask him.

“Great, and yours?” He opens the car door and I glance in to see Jameson sitting in the back seat, navy suit, square jaw and the best come fuck-me-look of all time.

“It just got a lot better.” I smile as I climb in.

“Mrs. Miles.” Jameson smiles, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly.

“This is a nice surprise.”

“I thought I’d take you out to dinner.” He kisses me again. “Then you can eat me for dessert.”

I laugh out loud. “You’re a bona fide sex maniac.”

He takes my hand in his and gives me a playful wink.

I’m not even joking, I thought once my pregnancy body set in he would calm down.

He is more obsessed with me now than ever.

We arrive at the restaurant and Scott pulls the car over and gets out and opens the car door, Jameson climbs out first and then helps me out.

“There he is,” we hear as cameras click.

Jameson puts his head down and with my hand in a viselike grip we walk through the circus of paparazzi.

“Back off,” I hear Scott demand from behind us. “Move out of the way.”

We walk into the restaurant and instantly return to earth. It’s calm and serene and piano music is playing in the background. It’s like another world in here, away from the crazy.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Miles.” The waiter smiles. “I have your favorite table waiting, sir.”

“Thank you,” Jameson replies, as we walk through to our table, I see people turning their heads to look our way and I drop my head and smile at the floor, I should be used to it by now, but I’m not, I don’t think I ever will be.

Nothing has changed in New York.

Jameson Miles attracts attention wherever he goes.

He always will.

I wake to the feeling of period pain and I frown and glance at the clock on my bedside table: 2.55 a.m.

What’s happening?

Another pang of ache rolls through me and I wince.

Oww…. Okay, that’s…uncomfortable.

I glance over to Jay as he sleeps beside me and I quietly get up and walk downstairs and go to the bathroom. I have this heavy feeling in my stomach and down below, but I’m not due for another ten days.

It must be Braxton-Hicks. Please don’t be in labor, I have shit I need to get done before you arrive, bubba.

I rub my big tummy, it’s a weird feeling, not a pain, more of an ache and now I have heartburn, fuck’s sake.

I feel like shit.

Maybe it was the Indian food we had for dinner.

I sit on the toilet for a while, I feel hot and clammy and ugh, don’t tell me I have a tummy bug.

I eventually get into the shower and lean up against the wall, the hot water feels nice on my skin. I close my eyes; I wish I could sleep standing, I’m so, so, tired.

“Emily?” I hear Jameson’s panicked voice as he comes flying into the bathroom, his eyes are wide. “What’s happening?”

“I’m fine, heartburn.” I wondered how long it would be until he woke up and came looking for me.

He looks down at the floor of the shower. “It doesn’t look like heartburn.”

Huh?

I glance down to see that the water running down the drain is a pretty shade of pink.

“Oh crap.”

“What do you mean oh crap?”

“My waters have broken.”

“Oh…fucking hell…. Crap,” he cries. “It’s too early.”

“It’s fine, we’re ready.”

“I’m glad you are,” he snaps, all flustered. “I am not fucking ready.” He runs from the bathroom and I roll my eyes, of course he is going to be all Jameson Miles dramatic-like.

The hot water feels so nice on my skin and I close my eyes as I continue to lean against the wall.

“Yes.” I hear Jameson’s voice and he walks into the bathroom on his phone. “She’s in the shower.” He listens again. “Okay.” He puts the phone down. “How long has this been going on?”

“What do you mean?”

He holds his hand out to the floor. “That,” he stammers.

“Well, you just discovered it, so not long.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters to himself. “Not long.” He listens again. “Are you having contractions?” he asks me.

“Just an ache.”

“Just an ache.” He frowns and begins to pace. “Alright then.” He listens again. “Well it’s hard to tell, she’s pretty tough. Not much fazes her.”

His eyes flick up to me and I smile, if only he could see himself, stark naked and pacing in the bathroom while on the phone.

“Okay, see you soon.” He hangs up. “We need to go to the hospital.”

“Alright.” I close my eyes as I lean up against the wall.

“Don’t go to sleep. Emily. Now.”

“Alright,” I snap, half annoyed. “I’m fine, Jameson.”

“I am not.” He steps into the shower and turns it off. “Get out. Get out right this minute.”


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