This Woman (This Man – The Story from Jesse #1) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: This Man - The Story from Jesse Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
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Ah, so you’re admitting to abnormal behavior?

I shake Jake’s irritating voice from my mind. “I’ve never cared enough about anyone else to feel like this,” I say, making that crystal clear. All of my women? I’m feeling strung. This is not how I planned the day to be.

Oh, so you thought it would be all sunshine and smiles, huh? No questions? No truths? And what the hell do you mean, you’ve never cared enough about anyone?

I grab my coffee and mentally beg Jake to leave me alone, just for today. This is going to be hard enough without him poking at my conscience. “It’s just fucking typical that I would go and find the most defiant woman on the planet to—”

“Try and control?”

I shoot her a startled look. No. To fall in fucking love with. For Christ’s sake. Doesn’t she see it? And I don’t try and control her. I try to control myself. And fail.

“What about other relationships?” she asks, clearly not seeing my silent plea for this to stop.

“I don’t have relationships.” Only with drink. “I’m not interested in getting involved.” Except, clearly, with her. “Anyway, I don’t have time.” What the fuck am I saying? I’m being backed into a corner, completely caught off guard. I’m not prepared. This talk was supposed to happen later after our wonderful date.

“You’ve devoted enough time to trampling all over me,” she says, almost laughing.

“You’re different. I told you, Ava, I’ll trample anyone who tries to get in my way. Even you.”

She seems to take that news quite well, not scoffing or snorting her disgust. “Why am I so different?” she asks quietly, again distracting herself from looking at me. Breakfast is on the table. I missed that too.

“I don’t know, Ava.” I collect my cutlery and poke at my plate. My appetite is gone.

“You don’t know much, do you?”

Oh, baby, I know too much. And I want to protect you from it all.

“I know that I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more than once,” I say quietly, my mouth speaking words I didn’t tell it to. “You, though, I really do.” Peeking up, I find Ava not just looking horrified, but hurt too. “That came out wrong.” I drop my fork, giving up on breakfast. This isn’t going well at all. “What I’m trying to say is that . . .” I love you. “Well . . .” And for some fucking reason, I can’t find those words. “I’ve never cared about a woman enough to want more than sex. Not until I met you.” My attempts to massage away my thumping headache are futile. “I can’t explain it, but you felt it,” I say, searching her eyes. “Didn’t you? When we met, you felt it.” I wasn’t alone in that crazy. I’m still not, and I need her to tell me, at least only to prove I’m not going in-fucking-sane.

“Yes,” she breathes, and I feel my shoulders lighten. “I felt it.” Her smile is knowing, and I match it. That’s it. No more. Let’s end it on that high for now.

“Eat your breakfast,” I order gently, and she begins to pick her way through her plate, quiet and thoughtful. I won’t ask what those thoughts are, but I hope she’s concluding what’s true amid the unknown lies shrouding me. She’s special. “We need to buy you a dress for The Manor’s anniversary party.”

She looks up at me, pulled from her daydreams. “I have plenty of dresses,” she says tiredly, going back to her bagel.

I expect she does, but I’d like to buy her a new one. Something special. Like her. “You need a new one,” I declare, and her shoulders drop. She’s exasperated? “Anyway, I owe you one.”

“Do I get to choose?” she asks, looking at me with a fixed glare as I move a piece of hair from her mouth.

“Of course. I’m not a complete control freak,” I say in jest, because I know she thinks I am.

Her body jerks. “Jesse, you’re really very special.”

“Not as special as you.” I smile cheekily, and she shakes her head. “Are you ready to hit Camden, baby?”

She goes to her bag, and I watch in disgust as she places some money on the table. What is this? I’m insulted. I stand and replace it with some cash, snatching her bag and stuffing her money inside. She’s taking this whole independence thing too far now. Way too far. What has—

I’m distracted from my grievance when her mobile rings, “Mum” flashing up on the screen, and I grab it and answer. Don’t ask me what the hell I’m playing at; I couldn’t tell you. And Ava’s jaw hitting the table is a clear sign she’s wondering the same thing.

“Hello,” her mum says, and I smile, thinking she sounds so similar to Ava. And, actually, quite young.


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