This Woman Forever (This Man – The Story from Jesse #3) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: This Man - The Story from Jesse Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
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“No.” I force myself to my feet and let Elizabeth direct me out of the room. “I liked you when I met you,” I say to her.

“I was just thinking the same about you,” she retorts. “Out.” I’m thrust into the corridor, just as Zoe appears with one end of a huge dress bag draped over her arms, the other end held up by John.

Fuck me, that’s some dress. My stomach does a cartwheel.

“My dress,” Ava breathes, biting her lip as she joins me outside the suite, her face subtly thrilled. My God, what is the dress like?

“Quick, in here,” Elizabeth sings, opening the door wider and hurrying John and Zoe in. Then she grabs her daughter, and hauls her into the room with her.

And shuts the door in my face.

I snarl at the wood.

4

I don’t know how many times I’ve circled my office this morning. I left our suite at one minute to midnight when Elizabeth practically dragged me out. I made sure she knew I wasn’t happy. Joseph told me to humor her. I asked Joseph how he lives with her. He laughed.

As anticipated, I didn’t sleep at all, and I can really feel it. I couldn’t even go to her at dawn and get my fix. She’s mere meters away, upstairs in our suite getting ready to marry me, but it’s been more than ten hours since I’ve seen her. Touched her. Fuck me, this is torture. I’m trying so hard to be respectful of her parents’ traditional beliefs. And struggling. I’m tense, agitated, and even I know it’s all very unreasonable.

We made it.

But still not communicating as well as we should.

My head falls back, and I look up at the ceiling, trying to find some calming thoughts. It’s not working. I have serious issues.

Glancing down, I begrudgingly note it’s only five minutes since I last checked the time. “For fuck’s sake.” I pull at my hair, like I’m trying to yank some reason into my stressed-out mind. What if Elizabeth’s talked Ava out of marrying me? What if she’s pointed out my age or the short time that we’ve known each other?

I snort.

Become very still.

What if Ava’s confessed my pill-stealing sins to her mother and Elizabeth’s talked some sense into her?

“Fucking hell.” I pick up my pace and make another circuit of my office. I’m going to make myself fucking dizzy.

Too late, bro.

“Oh, you’re here.”

Always.

I raise my brows to myself, thinking. “I don’t suppose you’ve been upstairs⁠—”

And spied on your young bride?

“Fuck off.”

You wish.

A knock at the door makes me jump. “What?” I bark, collapsing back in my chair, my arse hitting the seat hard. Then my forehead hits the desk.

Again and again and again.

“Stupid motherfucker.” John laughs, pulling my face up. He shuts the door and strides over to my desk, amusement plaguing his face as he scans my T-shirt-clad torso. “Been running?”

“Might have.” At five when I got the first glimpse of dawn.

“Nervous?”

“I’m not nervous,” I scoff, picking up a pen and twiddling it between my fingers in a very nervous way. Not nervous for the reasons John thinks, anyway. “I’m impatient.”

John smiles, a rare, all-white, piss-taking smile. “What’s eating you?”

“Nothing’s fucking eating me.”

He starts laughing hard. It’s a deep, rumbling, house-shaking sound, something even rarer than the smiles. I’m a fucking joke. “Jesse, get a grip. How many hours’ sleep have you had? You look like shit.”

“I feel it,” I grumble, chucking the pen across the desk and swiping my palms over my scratchy face. “I didn’t sleep.”

“At all?”

I reveal my face to John and he starts nodding thoughtfully. “I would’ve slept just fine, had I not been dragged away from my wife by her delightful mother.” I lean back in my chair and toss my feet onto my desk, closing my eyes and dragging air into my lungs. My damn heart is clattering, threatening to beat its way from my heaving chest. “Fucking pain in the arse.”

“She’s her mother. As much as I know you’d like to, you can’t keep your girl from her mother.”

“I know,” I say, and doesn’t that suck. I wish I could make everyone disappear, taking Ava away from anything that interferes with our private world of happiness and constant contact. I might just do that. Paradise springs to mind, but I quickly disregard it given the potential of what might find me there. “What time is it?”

“Just gone ten,” John says, as his phone starts shouting from his inside pocket. He pulls it out as he stands and answers with a grunt on his way to the door. “On my way.”

“Who?”

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

I’m not comforted. “You checked up on Sarah?”

He stops and turns questioning eyes onto me. “She’s not taking my calls.”

I nod, damning myself for caring. She’s done nothing but cause me pain and misery. And yet. That’s what fucks with my head. Why do I care? And. Yet. Sarah has been a constant in my life for years, so to suddenly become invisible is . . . weird. But it was the right decision. For me. For Ava. Even for Sarah.


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