Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
‘What the fuck are you playing at?’ He grasps my shoulders and shakes me ever so slightly. ‘What’s going on?’
I regain possession of my body and walk away from him. He growls but leaves me. It’s not like I can go anywhere now.
I swing around and throw him the filthiest look I can muster. ‘I can’t believe you trample all over any man who so much as looks at me, yet you think it’s perfectly okay for you to have another woman in your bedroom while you are naked and laying on the bed!’ My voice is getting higher. I’m so mad! ‘I thought John freed you!’
His face drops slightly as he takes on board what I have just screeched at him. ‘Well, he didn’t!’ he yells. ‘He was at The Manor, Sam was unobtainable and Sarah was nearby. What did you want me to do?’
I gape at him. How can he be mad with me? ‘Well, I wouldn’t want you calling another woman!’
‘Well, you shouldn’t have left me handcuffed to our fucking bed!’
‘It’s your bed!’ I’m poking again.
His eyes widen. ‘OURS!’
‘Yours!’ I counter childishly. He throws his head back and curses at the ceiling. I don’t care. He is not turning this around on me. ‘And, while we’re at it, I’ve just had the pleasure of listening to three women compare notes on your sexual abilities. That, I really enjoyed. Oh, and Zoe kindly informed me of your busy bed habits. And who the hell was that woman?’ I try and regain a bit of composure. I’m struggling. The constant thoughts and mental images of Jesse entertaining another woman are poisoning my mind. It’s ridiculous. He’s thirty seven years old.
He walks towards me. ‘You know I have a history, Ava.’ he says impatiently.
‘Yes, but have you fucked every female member of The Manor?’
‘Watch your fucking mouth!’
‘NO!’ I walk over to the drinks cabinet and grab the first bottle of alcohol I can lay my hands on – which happens to be vodka – and pour some into a tumbler. My hands are shaking as I lift the glass and tip the neat contents down my throat. It’s only now I wonder why he keeps alcohol in his office if he wants to avoid drinking it. My throat burns and I shudder as I slam the glass down on the polished wooden counter. I’m not stupid enough to pour another. I stand with my hands braced on the cabinet staring at the wall.
He’s silent.
My throat is sore and gravelly and I feel completely out of control, consumed by jealousy and hatred. ‘How would you feel if another man laid his eyes all over my naked body while I was handcuffed to a bed?’ I ask evenly.
The heavy breath that travels the short distance between us and warms my back tells me my answer. ‘Murderous,’ he snarls.
As I thought. ‘How would you feel listening to someone voice their opinions on my bedroom manner? Saying they were not going to give up trying to get me in bed.’
‘Don’t!’
I turn to find him watching me closely, his jaw ticking wildly. ‘My work here is done.’ I quip and make my way to the door. That sideboard looks heavy, but I don’t get the opportunity to try and move it. Jesse steps in my way, halting my progress. I take a calming breath and look up at him. ‘You should know, I’m not leaving, but only because I can’t. I’m going out there and I’m going to have a drink, and tomorrow night I’m going out with Kate. And you are not going to stop me.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ he fires confidently.
‘Yes, we will.’
He starts chewing his lip, his eyes burning into mine. ‘I can’t change my past, Ava.’
‘I know. And it doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to forget about it either. Will you move the cabinet, please?’
‘I love you.’
‘Move the cabinet, please.’
‘We need to make friends.’ His face is deadpan, while my eyes have just widened.
‘No!’ I shout, disgusted by his intention to win me over with a quick fuck.
He takes a step forward, and I take one back. ‘I’ll trample, Ava.’ he warns calmly. I take another step back, watching as he regards me carefully. ‘Are you going to deny me?’ He arches a cautionary eyebrow, and I carry on stepping back until my backside is pushed up against the drinks cabinet and my hands are braced on the edge. If he gets his hands on me, I’m completely done for, and I want to stay mad. I need to stay mad. He’s going to try and blind me with his touch again.
He reaches me and places his hands over mine. My face is level with his neck and jaw. I try to block off my sense of smell, but fail miserably. I know I won’t be allowed to leave his office until he’s happy that we’re friends.