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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She’s suddenly lost the ability to talk, her body heavy as I lift her out of the bath and dry us both down, Ava, once again, happy to let me take care of her.

Once she’s in bed, I let her put herself where she wants to be, holding her close. Just a little nap. We can have a little daytime nap.

I sigh, melting into the bed and Ava’s clinch. “I’ll never love one more than the other,” I say quietly, holding her tighter when she answers with a kiss and nothing more, dosing off in my arms. I smile at the ceiling, truly astonished by how much pregnancy is taking out of her already. Or how much I’m taking out of her with my constant bombshells. Maybe a bit of both.

I try to fall asleep too, try to shut down, but for all the will in the world, I can’t find the land of nod. Is it my utter disbelief? Ava disproving my fears? I don’t know. I feel so awake, so alert. We’re having twins. We’ll have two babies to love. We’re so fucking lucky.

Except . . .

Someone somehow stole my car, and they tried to run Ava off the road. Who? Who the fuck is so twisted and warped they would do that? It takes revenge to another level. Danger.

I need to call John.

Ava’s breathing is low and level, the kind of breathing she has when she’s deep in sleep. I ease her away and edge off the bed, taking myself downstairs to get some water and have a few dips before I call John and start getting down to the not-so pleasant business of finding out who stole my fucking car and used it to attack my pregnant wife.

I’m mid-dip when the there’s a knock at the front door, and I lift my head, my finger hanging out of my mouth. Who the fuck is that at this time of day? I get up and open the door to Sam. “My man, what the hell happened?” he asks, letting himself in.

Drew appears, looking me up and down. “You’re naked.”

“It’s my home, I can be whatever the fuck I want to be.” I frown at their backs as they go into the kitchen. “For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, closing the door and following. They’re both at the island with a glass of water each when I arrive. “What?” I ask, looking between them, both sitting comfortably.

“What?” Sam asks in disbelief. “Where do you want me to start?”

“You spoke to John?” I ask, joining them.

“What the fuck?” Drew breathes. “Any ideas who it was?”

I raise a brow as I dip, and Drew shakes his head.

“You think Van Der Haus is a car thief?”

“I don’t know, Drew,” I admit, dropping my jar. “Maybe not him personally.”

“So he paid someone to steal your car?” Sam chimes in.

“I don’t know,” I grate.

“Is Ava okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. A little shaken.” Wait. How much did John tell them? “Is that it?” I ask.

“What?” Both look at each other on a frown.

“Did John mention anything else?”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact Ava’s expecting twins?” Stupid me, I say that just as Sam’s taking a slurp of water. His cheeks balloon, and he sprays it far and wide. I don’t mind, I’m naked, but Drew? He looks pristine, ready to make a trip to The Manor, I guess.

He dives up from his stool, arms held out at his sides, and looks down his front. “This is fucking cashmere, Sam, you prick!”

“Twins?” Sam squeaks, wiping his chin, eyes wide.

“Wait, twins?” Drew forgets his wardrobe drama and points piercing blue eyes full of shock my way. “Ava’s pregnant with twins?”

I nod.

“Fuck,” they breathe in unison.

I nod again.

“And . . .”

“I’ve told her about Jake,” I tell them. “She knows about Jake.” The absence of Rosie and Lauren from this conversation is screaming. “And that is that,” I say, standing. “And you two girls are going to fuck off and leave me in peace.” I go to them, hooking an arm around each of their elbows, trying to hoof them up off their stools.

Sam comes with ease.

Drew dives out of my way, looking down at my dick. “Don’t ever try to manhandle me when you’re naked ever again.”

“Oh, you only like Sam touching you when you’re naked, huh?”

Sam snickers. Drew’s nostrils flare.

“Out,” I say, pointing the way.

“Fine.” Drew stomps off. “You won’t need these.” He holds something up above his head.

“What’s that?”

“Keys to the Aston the dealership’s lent you while yours is located. John put a call in.”

I go after Drew, swiping them from his hand. Must call John. “Thanks.”

“Fuck off.”

“John sent this too,” Sam says, and I turn and find him holding up my book on pregnancy. “Might want to swap it for one on twins.” The book drops. “Fucking hell, man.”


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