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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She’s missing the point completely, which shouldn’t be a surprise since she doesn’t know what the fucking point is. “No, you’ll come.” She has to come. It’s time. This half-life ends today.

Ava moves to escape, and I instinctively lock her down. “I’m not coming.”

“Why?”

“Just because,” she shouts.

I have no idea why she’s being so obstructive, but I’m sane enough to realize that putting my foot down right now won’t help.

It’s time to beg. Plead. “Please, Ava,” I say, giving her beseeching eyes. “Will you just do what you’re told?” Just for once, please?

“No!”

I close my eyes and count to ten to keep my temper in check. “Ava, why do you insist on making things more difficult?”

“I make things more difficult?”

I’m trying to fucking help. To enlighten her. Prepare to give her information she desperately wants. “Yes, you do,” I grate, my voice shaking with my building frustration. “I’m trying really hard here.”

She snorts. It’s an insult. “Trying hard to do what?” she asks, genuinely interested in what my answer might be. “Send me crazy? It’s working.” She knocks me out of the way, and knowing she’ll fight me if I resist, I let her go, unwilling to get caught up in a physical tangle as well as a verbal one.

I sigh. “Well, this is going well,” I mutter, going after her, accepting I have only one choice here if I want the outcome I’m wishing for. Let her win.

“Okay,” I call to her back, catching up with her. “You’ll wait here. I’ll be as quick as I can.” I’ll sort out the shit with Mike, mark it off my list of things to do, and then deal with Ava. Hopefully by the time I’m back, she’ll have calmed the fuck down and be acting more reasonably.

“I’ll go home.” She disappears into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, and I, as a result, slam my palm to my forehead.

“For Christ’s sake.” I don’t go in after her—I don’t need this to escalate further, but she’s not leaving this penthouse. Not until we sort this out.

I drop my arse to the bed and try to rub away the building headache, dialing Kate. “Hey, big man,” she says, sounding wary. “Everything okay?”

“Not really. I could do with your help.”

“What for?”

“I need to go out and Ava is threatening to leave. I need her to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Can you ask questions later?”

“What’s going on?”

“Kate,” I say over a sigh. “Please, would you just do me this favor and come over?”

There’s a long pause, and I wait, hopeful that she’ll relent and kill her curiosity for the time being. “Okay,” she says slowly. “I’ll head over now.”

“Thank you. See you in a while.” I cut the call and toss my phone on the bed, getting up and looking to the heavens for strength, for help, for anything to get me through today. Yesterday was perfect. Today feels like it’s going to be anything but perfect.

The skin on my back tingles, and knowing what I’ll find, I turn to face her. She looks uncertain. Worried. I pass her, feeling her eyes follow me to the bathroom. She’s wondering where my fight is. I’m running out of fight.

My hands work fast, soaping the sweat away and rinsing, before brushing my teeth. I go to the walk-in wardrobe, ignoring her static form still standing in the middle of the bedroom where I left her ten minutes ago. I stare at the rails of clothes, thinking. I can’t just leave with all this bad feeling hanging like a weight around my neck.

I back out and find her in the exact same spot, looking as apprehensive as I feel. “I need to go.” I swallow, stopping myself from demanding she come again. “Kate’s on her way over.”

“Why?”

“So you don’t leave.” I return to my rails and pull down some jeans, glancing up when she appears at the door.

Her apprehension looks like it’s converting into rage. “I’m going home,” she says, and my back teeth clench dangerously as I yank a T-shirt on and stuff my feet into some Converse. Don’t react to her goading. She passes me and starts yanking her clothes from the rails. It’s a move meant to provoke me, and if she’s not careful I might just react.

“What are you doing?” I ask calmly, removing her clothes from her arms. “You’re not leaving.”

“Yes, I am,” she yells, snatching them back childishly. All this fucking drama over . . . what? She doesn’t want to come to The Manor? Fine. I gave her what she fucking wanted, bowed to her insistence, despite my good intentions, and now this?

I snap, my patience shredded. “Put the fucking clothes back, Ava,” I bellow, battling with her, playing tug-of-fucking-war with her clothes. Her strength is no match for mine, and I wrench everything from her and discard it, then lock down her flailing arms, hoofing her up, and carrying her deranged form into the bedroom.


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