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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“Perfect,” she muses, dropping a pacifying kiss on my lips. Good. I need it. “Here.” She produces a ChapStick and smothers my lips, puckering her own as she does. “Better. I got you something.”

“What?” I ask as she produces a jar on Sun-Pat. “Oh, thank God.” I don’t know what the shit was she brought yesterday, but it tasted like sand. “Load up, baby.”

She laughs, dunking her finger, and bringing it to my lips. I don’t take it. “What’s up?” she asks.

I nod to her chest, and she snorts. “I told you,” I say. “I won’t eat it any other way.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls away, forcing me to reach and grab her wrist on a chuckle, taking the blob off her finger. I hum and settle, as Nurse grimaces and Mr. Emerson strolls in, smiling.

“Morning,” he says, taking the files out of Nurse’s hand.

“His blood pressure is a little low,” she tells him.

“It is?”

“But I feel okay,” I say. “Great, actually.”

“Maybe we should hold off for another day.”

“Agree,” Nurse says.

“Absolutely not.” I push the covers back and shift my legs, and Ava quickly discards the jar, cursing at me. “Watch your mouth,” I wheeze, fighting through the pain to get my legs off the side of the bed.

“Jesse, for Christ’s sake.”

“I’m fine.” And the sooner I demonstrate it, the sooner they’ll release me from this hell hole.

“Doctor, please.”

“Jesse, I don’t think you’re ready,” Mr. Emerson says gently. “What’s the rush?”

The rush? The rush is I’ve wasted nearly two decades of my life being wasted, ignorant, and empty. I need to crack on with life. “I’m fine,” I reiterate, letting my feet meet the floor, padding them gently. “Just a little stroll to the café or something.”

Mr. Emerson shakes his head, with no faith in my capabilities. I’ll show him. Ava faffs by my side, while the Nurse joins Mr. Emerson, shaking her head. “Please, Jesse,” Ava begs. “You’ll do yourself more damage and then be here longer.”

I ease my arse up, slowly rising, remembering the crazy headrush I got yesterday when I shot out of bed. Not showing how much it fucking hurts through my face is a task. “See?” I say, finally upright, Ava holding on to my elbow. “I’m fine.” I take one step, and the impact of my foot meeting the floor sends a wave of pain rippling up through my body. Fuck. “Totally fine,” I grate, taking another step. The door seems to get farther away, and I close one eye, squinting, when it turns into two doors. Oh fuck.

“Jesse!”

My body becomes weightless, a cold sweat breaking, and the sound of urgent words are muffled.

And then.

Black.

* * *

I open my eyes. Look around. I’m on my back. “After three,” someone says. “One, two, three. Up!” Then I’m floating.

“What happened?” I ask groggily, bobbing up and down, seeing two men at my feet I don’t recognize.

“You passed out.”

Ava?

I look up over my head and see her behind me, following us, quite the epic scowl on her face. I come to rest on the bed. Mr. Emerson appears, his expression saying a whole lot of I told you so. But he doesn’t say a thing, getting to checking my wound.

I slam my head back, frustrated. “Give it time,” Ava says, pulling one side of my boxers up a little. “What’s the rush?”

My shoulders drop, and I hiss when Mr. Emerson peels back my dressing. “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” he says gently. “It’s looking good.”

“But I can’t go home,” I grunt. “What if I swear not to leave my bed?”

He laughs. “Jesse, I don’t know you very well, but something tells me you’re not very good at doing what you’re told.”

I snort. “You’re getting me confused with my wife.”

Ava lightly smacks my bicep before pouring some water, and I watch her faff some more, wondering how long it’ll be before she gets bored of looking at me lying in a bed.

“Your lung collapsed, Jesse. The internal injuries were extensive. If anything unexpected arises, I need you close to the operating table in case I need to go back in.”

I grimace. “Like what?”

“Infection, stitches popping or, worst-case, internal bleeding.”

“Internal bleeding?”

“Which would be most likely caused by impact. Such as hitting the deck from passing out.” His eyebrows jump up, and I roll my eyes so hard, that might even cause internal bleeding.

“Fine, I hear you.”

“Good.” Mr. Emerson finishes up, tells me he’ll be back tomorrow, and leaves with Nurse.

“So what are we doing today?” I quip, bored out of my mind already.

“Well, you could read,” Ava says, pulling a book out of her bag. My pregnancy book. I smile as she sets it on my thighs. “And your mum and dad would love to come visit if that’s okay.”

I nod, drifting off into thought. I don’t know what happens next. But I do know I’m not dreading it, and that’s the best place I could be. “How’s Drew?” I ask.


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