With This Man Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas (This Man #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: This Man Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
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‘The extension? You’ve lost me.’

‘I hired you to design the new rooms I had built here.’

Realisation floods her eyes, as well as a little happiness. Something has just clicked for her. ‘So that’s why I was at a posh sex club!’

I nod and move over to a black leather couch, lowering and keeping Ava on my lap. ‘Tell me your last memory. What’s the most recent thing you remember, Ava?’ I take her hands and hold them on my chest, watching as she falls into thought, her forehead creasing in concentration. I wait patiently for her to try to find what she’s looking for, soundlessly willing her on.

‘I was working for a company called Rococo Union.’ Her lips twist as she looks up at me. ‘There was a man I was seeing. But it wasn’t you.’

I feel like a knife just plunged into my fucking heart, and though I fight not to show it, I know my nostrils are flaring dangerously. ‘Is that it? There’s nothing else?’ I try not to sound too hopeful. It’s hard when I’ve never hoped for anything more. Just a little something for me to work on. ‘Anything?’

Her blank expression, the fact that she’s stalling her answer, tells me she doesn’t. ‘I’m sorry.’ She looks away, probably to avoid the disappointment on my face.

Her despondency kills me. I pull her forward, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. ‘It’s fine.’

‘Take me home.’ She snuggles into me, and I feel her tears soaking through my shirt. ‘Please.’

I’m up from the couch quickly, carrying her out, trying not to let myself feel defeated. It’s still early days, and she’s heard only a morsel of our tale. Yet she’s exhausted by it already. But I won’t quit. It isn’t in my DNA, especially when it comes to this woman.

Chapter 18

I let us into our home and toss my car keys on the table in the hallway. Ava has been so quiet since we left The Manor, so thoughtful and pensive. And I just know that she’s trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her husband once owned an exclusive sex club. I feel like my past – the secrets, the hard truths – is rushing forward and drowning me again, albeit in an entirely different way. I’ve never felt so fucking helpless.

‘Tell me about our first date,’ she says as she settles at the island and I get us some water from the fridge.

Our first date? Christ, I just know she’s imagining something romantic like women do. All flowers and feelings and smiles. There was all of that, just not in the way she’s probably expecting. ‘It’s a little . . . unique.’ I take some water and shut the door, risking a peek over my shoulder.

‘Unique?’

‘Not much about our relationship is conventional. Never has been.’ I nibble on my bottom lip, wondering where to start. ‘We should go into the lounge where it’s more comfortable.’ I hand her the water and pick her up without thought, carrying her to the crushed velvet couch by the fire in the lounge.

She doesn’t say a word, but I can practically see her thoughts churning. It’s slowly driving me mad, constantly trying to guess what’s going through her mind. I can’t go on like this. ‘What are you thinking?’ I ask, setting her down on the sofa and joining her.

Pulling her feet up onto the couch on a little grimace of pain, prompting me to help lift her injured leg, she looks around the grandeur of our lounge. ‘I’m thinking this room has my name written all over it.’

I know that’s not what she was really thinking, but I humour her, also taking in the gold and crimson décor. It’s my favourite room in the house, for that very reason. It is my wife through and through. ‘You were never one hundred per cent happy with it.’ I don’t know why. To me, it’s perfect. But Ava always said there was something missing, and for the life of her she couldn’t put her finger on it.

‘The curtains need something on the header,’ she says out of the blue.

I shoot her a look, finding her staring at the drapes. ‘Like what?’

‘Some decoration on the pencil pleats. A crystal here or there, maybe.’ She shakes her head and returns her attention to me. ‘What are you smiling at?’

‘Nothing.’ I kick my feet up on the coffee table and relax back as best I can with her not in my arms any more. I just want to yank her close. All this gently-gently is weird. Fucking painful.

‘So, our first date?’ she asks, pulling me out of my funk, my head dropping to the side to find her.

‘It depends what you call a first date.’

‘Oh God, was I easy?’

I bark out a bout of laughter. Easy? I fucking wish. ‘Far from it. And it drove me wild.’


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