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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I frown to myself as she takes the stairs, constantly looking back at me.

“Jesse, for the love of God,” Cathy says. “Will you please speak?”

Blinking, I give Cathy my eyes. She recoils. “I’m fine,” I say robotically. “Really.”

“Well, you don’t look it, boy.” She comes to me, placing a palm on my forehead. “You said Ava was unwell. It’s you who looks it.”

I take her hand and force a smile. “I’m okay.”

Her old face wrinkles, looking doubtful. “I put your peanut butter in the fridge.”

“Take the rest of the day off.”

She nods, but it’s reluctant, unfastening her apron and going to the kitchen as I slip our keys onto the table by the door. She appears moments later with her carpet bag. “Are you sure, boy? I could stay. Cook for you and Ava.”

“I’ve got it.” I put an arm around her shoulders and walk her to the door. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay. Okay, boy.” She reaches up with her lips to kiss my cheek, making me dip so she can reach. “Be well, now.”

I see her out and face the penthouse. What the fuck is going on in my head? I just don’t know what to say to Ava. I realize I asked for this. But the process from then to now, everything that has happened in between, it’s got me good. She left me because I took her pills. And now I realize, she left me because I had achieved what I set out to do.

Secure our future. Or, as Ava would say, trap her.

But does she feel trapped now? And is that why she left? She got drunk, knowing she was carrying our baby. Unacceptable. But she was at a loss. I’ve been there. Am hardly in a position to judge.

Fuck.

I cover my face with my hands and drag them down, exhaling, my mind bending.

What should I do?

Scream, shout, yell?

No.

I call Peterson and tell him Ava’s come home because she’s unwell, hanging up before he can think to question me, then I take the stairs slowly and enter the bedroom. She’s sitting on the bed, looking lost and nervous. It’s exactly how I feel myself. Lost for words and nervous about how this is going to pan out. So I will do what I need to do to bring us both together and put us back in our bubble. She’s carrying our baby. She’s holding our future within her. Everything up to this point doesn’t matter. She’s always been precious to me—my redeemer and my ruin. Now she’s beyond that. She is literally holding my life in her hands.

I go into the bathroom and take a moment to look around the space where we first came together. How far gone is she? How many weeks? I turn on the tap and pour some bath soak in, taking extra towels off the shelf and putting them on the warmer before placing the sponge on the side of the enormous tub. Will we need to move? Getting a pram and all other kinds of baby paraphernalia up to the penthouse daily will be a pain. I sweep my hand under the tap, testing the water. Too cold. I adjust the tap, making it warmer. She’ll have to start taking it easy. No more ten-hour work days. I whip up the water to stimulate more bubbles. And what will people think? The wedding was just over a week ago. I laugh to myself. I couldn’t give two fucks, but I give endless fucks that Ava will care. Her mother, her father, her brother. What about outside space? We’ll need a garden with a child.

I still, staring at the frothing water. The Manor. So much outside space, a whole fucking park on the grounds. And yet still wasted. I reach into my inside pocket and pull out my phone, punching a text out to John.

Let’s meet them and talk.

Breathing in, I bite down on my lip, feeling my whole universe pivoting again. I felt the same way the day Ava O’Shea walked into my office. “Fuck.” I delete the message. She’s in the next room, alone, unsure, and I’m in here trying to wrap my head around something I wanted all along. I turn off the tap and go back into the bedroom, my heart breaking when she looks up at me. She’s holding her breath. Pensive, unsure. So fucking guilty.

Easing her to her feet, I silently undress her, smiling mildly at the watch on her wrist as I remove it, then her necklace, finishing with her underwear. I dip, pick her up, and take her to the tub, lowering her in slowly. “Is the water okay?” I remain fully dressed outside the tub, removing my jacket, and rolling up my sleeves under her watchful, confused eyes.

“It’s fine.” She studies me as I wet a sponge and start washing her.



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