The Enigma (Unlawful Men #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Unlawful Men Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 151469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
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I park and call Lawrence. “Do you need anything from the store?” I ask, my mind blank, even the essentials disappearing.

“Huh?”

“I’m at Walmart.”

“Why?”

Because I’m preparing myself for a trip to the opera. “I got my period. I need Tampax,” I mutter, and cringe immediately with it.

“Really, Beau? I know your cycle. It’s like clockwork, and you’re not due for a few days. Besides, you have a stash in your bathroom vanity.”

“You’ve been through my bathroom vanity?”

“I needed some tweezers.”

I sigh. “It’s all I could think of. Put Dexter on.”

“Fine,” he grunts, and the line muffles as Lawrence tells Dexter who it is and why I’m calling.

“Milk,” Dexter says softly, soothingly, when he comes onto the line. “We always need milk. And bread. And wine.”

“Keep going,” I order, putting him on loudspeaker and pulling up my notes, starting to compile my list.

“Coffee. Make sure it’s not decaffeinated.”

“Because what’s the point in that?” we chant in unison, and I laugh a little.

“Tea bags, eggs, and some lubricant.”

“Because that’s essential in our house,” we say together, both laughing again.

“Thanks, Dexter.”

“Block it all out, Beau. You can do it.” He’s not making a big deal of it. God, I do love that man. He’s the calm to Lawrence’s chaos. The logical to Lawrence’s irrational. They balance each other perfectly, and their love? The richest kind. Lawrence’s favorite story always begins: Let me tell you about the time a cop walked into a drag bar . . .

I jump out of my car, mentally repeating Dexter’s mantra as I collect a cart. A basket would do, but I need some kind of armor. Some protection. On that thought, I pull out my earbuds and pop them in, finding my music app and putting on some . . . opera.

Perfect.

Pie Jesu starts to serenade me as I push my cart through the doors of the store. I immediately have to dodge a woman who’s stopped in the middle of the busy entrance. And then someone else who abandons their cart and dives across the aisle to grab something off an end display. And then a kid who spots the toy aisle. It’s bedlam, total chaos, and my lack of hearing the madness doesn’t lessen my building stress. “Jesus,” I breathe, taking it all in, alarmed, my muscles becoming tenser by the second. I walk in a zigzag, navigating the store carefully, stepping left and right to avoid crazy shoppers, constantly stopping and starting to avoid being knocked to my ass. Lord, what was I thinking?

I can’t do this.

I can’t do this.

I can’t handle the chaos.

It’s too much.

I turn up the volume and round a corner, finding a man racing toward me with arms full of groceries, looking harassed. I stop in the middle of the aisle, frozen, the shopper’s face morphing into fear rather than stress. And he’s suddenly not alone. He’s joined by a stampede of frantic people running scared.

I blink, shaking my head violently, clearing my vision and my flashback. I see the harassed shopper again. He’s alone. No stampede.

I really can’t do this.

I release the handle of my cart, trying to convince my legs to move. I need to get out. Leave. Go. I turn on the spot, my lungs tight, my heart tighter.

Get out. Get out.

I jump out of my skin when my phone screeches in my ear, and I reach up quickly to yank my earbuds out. I shouldn’t have. The bustling noise of the supermarket hits me hard, and I scan my surroundings frantically, searching for the one thing that might get me through the impending panic attack. A paper bag.

No paper bags.

“Fuck.” I look at the screen of my phone, starting to hyperventilate. “James,” I murmur, answering it quickly as I shove my buds back in. “Hello,” I yell, making an old lady startle as she passes.

“Hi, it’s me.” James’s deep voice sinks into my ears. “Why are you shouting?” I close my eyes for a moment and listen to his breathing. “Beau?” he says calmly, and for some extremely strange reason, his voice eliminates everything else. Everything. My heart slows. My breathing settles. I look at my hand that was trembling moments ago. Steady. “Where are you?” he asks.

I look around me at the unrelenting bedlam. “Shopping.” I locate my cart and seize the handle with both hands, anchoring myself. But it’s not the cart quietening my demons. It’s James, and that’s a frightening thing to admit to myself.

“Why, Beau?”

He’s right. Why would anyone tackle Walmart on a Saturday? Least of all me, with my phobia of chaos. “Because I wanted to make tonight easier,” I murmur, not holding back. I haven’t got the mental capacity to lie. “Anything has to be easier than this.” I chance a risky peek around me. God, it’s getting busier. Focus on James.



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