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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“Jesse,” Ava says. “What’s going on?”

“My car’s been stolen.” I make it to my bike, hearing Ava talking but not hearing her, John pacing over in long, heavy strides. “My car’s following Ava,” I say, and he withdraws, his stoic face falling. “Where are you?” I ask Ava, as John goes straight to his phone and ends the call, heading to his car.

“I’m on the embankment,” she says quietly. “Driving toward the city.”

“John,” I call. He looks back. “The embankment. City bound. Call her in two.” John nods, gets in, and pulls away. Together. Calm. Collected. Makes one of us. “Baby, listen to me.” I swing my leg over my bike. “Just keep driving, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“I’ve got to put the phone down now.” I stare at the handlebars of my bike, praying on anything I’ve ever believed in to watch over my wife and baby until I can get to them. Beg.

“I don’t want you to.” Her voice cracks, her fear thick. “Stay on the phone, please.”

“Ava.” I try to inhale some calm. “I’ve got to put the phone down. John’s going to call you as soon as I hang up. Put it on loudspeaker and place it in your lap so you can concentrate. Understand?”

Silence.

“Ava, baby. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

I start the engine of my bike and hit the throttle, gripping hard to stop my shakes, taking a few needed deep breaths before I pull away. I see John in the distance, swerving in and out of traffic, running red lights, overtaking anything in his path. More than once, I’m forced onto the other side of the road, and more than once I feel something—a car, a bus, a moped—brush my arm or knee. The rushing air is hitting my eyes brutally, making me constantly squint and, as a consequence, hampers my vision. Fuck. I don’t have a death wish. I’m not wearing a helmet, any leathers. One clip will have me coming off my bike and then I’ll never make it to her. So when I finally catch up to John, I fall in line behind his Range Rover and follow his lead, using him as a barrier between the world and my bike. And he isn’t fucking about, not slowing down for anyone or anything. We fly past Tower Bridge, London Bridge.

Closer.

And then John’s brake lights come on and stay on, his Range Rover slowing down. I pull out and see the traffic has come to a standstill in the distance. No oncoming traffic too. People are getting out of their cars. “Fuck,” I breathe, knowing all the signs of a car accident are in front of me. My heartbeats become painful, my breathing strained, as John moves onto the other side of the road and picks up speed again. And when his hazards start flashing but he doesn’t slow, I pull out again.

And I see it. My Aston up ahead in the road. And not far away from it, Ava’s Mini. The bonnet is crushed up against a metal barrier.

“My God.” I feel the blood drain from my face, my eyes on her car, searching the inside from a distance. She’s not in there? And then I see her standing in the middle of the road, motionless. Shocked. Fuck. The Aston screeches away, and John goes hell for leather after it.

The moment I’m near Ava, I slam on my brakes and hop off my bike as soon as it’s slow enough, leaving it skidding away across the concrete. I run, feeling like it’s taking an eternity to make it to her, the world slowing in every element. Her face is blank. I scan her body the closer I get, checking for marks, for grazes, anything. I reach her. Her empty eyes look up at me. There’s nothing in them. Nothing—no fear, no anger, no grief, no emotion whatsoever. I feel her cheek, hoping my touch might shock her back to life. It doesn’t. An ambulance pulls through the traffic up ahead, two police cars coming from the other direction. Endless cars around us damaged, buried in walls, streetlamps.

“Ava? Jesus, baby.” I pull her close and try again to take in the carnage surrounding us. She feels heavy and limp. “Fucking hell,” I whisper, losing myself in her hair for a brief moment. Escaping the madness.

She’s alive.

She’s okay.

What the fuck is going on?

As if hearing my question, my phone rings and I free one arm from Ava to take his call. “John?”

“Isn’t it fucking typical that you would own one of the fastest commercial cars on the motherfucking fucking planet?” he snaps.

“Where are you?”

“Trying to keep up. How’s the girl?”

I will Ava to snap out of her daze and hold me. Give me some sign that she’s okay. “In shock I think.”

At those words, she stirs, breaking away, and starts gazing around. More police, another ambulance. Her mind is finally processing what’s happened. She’s starting to shake.


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