Beneath This Man - Malpas Jodi Ellen (книги серии онлайн TXT) 📗

I’m massaged until all of the tightness has been rubbed away and my back feels something closer to normalcy.

‘Hello?’

Both of our heads snap up at the sound of Cathy’s voice drifting into the room.

‘Shit!’ Jesse curses, jumping up from my body. ‘I forgot to call Cathy.’ He disappears into the wardrobe and reappears in some jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. ‘Up you get.’ He grasps my waist and pulls me from the mattress. ‘I need to feed you.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘You will eat. Your stomach must be completely empty after you released the contents of it all over my office floor.’

I cringe. ‘I’m sorry.’ I wonder who got the pleasure of clearing that up. Sarah, I hope.

‘Don’t be sorry. Get some clothes on. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.’ He kisses me chastely and leaves me to sort myself out.

I roll my shoulders. His magic hands really are quite magic. I feel heaps better. I set about drying my hair and throwing my old soft, ripped jeans on and a white oversized t-shirt that won’t grip my back too much before making my way downstairs.

‘Good morning, Ava.’ Cathy smiles kindly as she looks up from loading the dishwasher.

I lift myself up on the stool next to Jesse and he leans over to inhale my freshly washed hair. ‘Hi, Cathy, how are you?’ I beat him away, and he growls at me before wiping a blob of peanut butter across my bottom lip. My tongue automatically sets about clearing it away. ‘Oh, God!’ I screw my face up in distaste and he laughs before pulling me closer and licking it away for me.

‘Yum.’ He smiles and plants a wet peanut butter flavoured kiss on my lips. I wipe my mouth and return my attention back to Cathy, finding her regarding our little exchange with a small smile on her thin lips. I blush profusely.

‘I’m very well, Ava. Would you like some breakfast? Salmon?’

‘Oh, yes please.’ I say gratefully and she nods her head, wipes her hands on her crisp, white apron and heads for the fridge. I glance around the kitchen and see all of my mess has been cleared up.

‘We have some news, Cathy.’ Jesse chirps up.

We do?

He’s surely not going to be advising her of the last few days’ events? I turn a frown on him, but he ignores me. ‘Ava will soon be Mrs Ward.’

My mouth falls open, but he still ignores me. Blimey Christ. I’d forgotten about that. How could I?

‘Oh, how wonderful!’ Cathy places the eggs and salmon on the island and makes her way around to clench me into a tight squeeze. ‘Oh, I’m so happy.’ she sings in my ear. I clench my teeth as she makes a meal of rubbing my back while I’m still sat on the stool. She pulls back and wraps her palms around my face. ‘I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. He’s a good boy.’ She lands a sloppy kiss on my cheek and releases me. ‘Come here, you.’ She takes Jesse in an equally enthusiastic hug and he accepts willingly, with no sign of a hiss or wince. He looks at me over Cathy’s shoulder as I gape at him.

After the events of last night, I had – quite mistakenly, it would seem – assumed that matter was up for review. My ring has disappeared from my finger and when he asked me if I would still marry him, I had said I couldn’t. Don’t we need to figure out the boat load of shit that has developed over the weekend? Our insecurities, Sarah, Coral, Mikael…

He has completely disregarded me. I’ve not even spoken to my parents yet. If I am marrying this challenging arse, then they should know first.

‘My boy is finally settling down.’ Cathy squeezes his cheeks and lands him with a kiss to match my own. She is behaving like a proud mother. It makes me wonder about the history of Cathy and Jesse’s relationship. It seems to be more than an employee/employer concern. She releases Jesse from her slightly wrinkled hands and pulls her apron up to wipe her eyes on a sniffle. She’s crying?

‘Cathy, stop that!’ Jesse admonishes her.

‘I’m sorry.’ She composes herself and returns to preparing breakfast with a wide smile on her face. ‘So, where and when?’

I cringe and reach over for the coffee pot. This is where the fireworks might start flying.

‘Next month at The Manor.’ Jesse informs her confidently.

I clank the coffee pot against the side of the mug and then swing me eyes onto Jesse. ‘Really?’ I am not getting married at The Manor! Is he winding me up? Oh God, I’ve come over all sweaty at the thought of my parents roaming around the building and grounds. Would they work it out?

‘Really.’ he counters coolly. It hasn’t taken long for the challenging arse who drives me insane to return.

‘How lovely.’ Cathy chirps.

My eyes fly from Jesse to her. Does she know what The Manor is? I feel like I’m in the twilight zone.

‘It will be.’ Jesse agrees. He screws the lid of the peanut butter back onto the jar and starts picking at the label, ignoring my stunned expression, which is firmly rooted on his profile. I watch as he looks at me out the corner of his eye and starts chewing his lip as he rolls up a piece of the label and flicks it onto the worktop.

I exhale slowly in an attempt to cool my fraying patience and grab the small piece of rubbish from the marble. What happened to discussing our wedding together?

Lowering myself from the stool, I head for the bin, just for something to do other than kick him in the shins. I pause behind him and push my mouth to his ear. ‘Who are you marrying?’ I ask quietly, before I carry on my way to the bin.

‘Compensation.’ he growls. ‘I’ll trample, Ava.’

‘Pardon?’ Cathy turns from the hob.

‘Nothing.’ we say in unison, before our scowls collide in the space between us. The hostility emanating from his body is palpable. This weekend has just proved that we need to be focusing our attentions on other more important issues, like filling each other with the reassurance that we both obviously need.

I stamp on the bin pedal and throw my miniscule piece of rubbish in, but something glimmers at me from the dark depths, catching my eye. I reach in on a frown and pull out one half of a silver and white card. It’s a wedding invitation. I turn it around and tilt my head before looking back into the bin. I retrieve the other half and hold them together.

Mr & Mrs Henry Ward request the pleasure of your company to the wedding of their daughter, Miss Amalie Ward, to Dr David Garcia.

Oh God!

The invitation is swiped from my grasp and stuffed back in the bin, and I’m yanked back over to the kitchen island in a complete daze. ‘Sit.’ he demands in that tone – the one that I know not to ignore. I’m lifted onto a stool with care, and I look up to find a ticking jaw and bulging neck muscles.

‘Your sister?’ I ask quietly.

‘Leave it.’ he warns without looking at me.

My mind starts racing. We haven’t spoken about his parents much, but what I do know is that he hasn’t seen them for years. Is that their choice or Jesse’s? If they are sending him an invitation to his sister’s wedding, then I’m guessing it must be Jesse’s. With the added clue of a sabotaged invite strewn without thought into the bin, it most certainly is Jesse’s choice. I study his profile, but dare not say a word.

‘Here you are.’ Cathy presents me and Jesse with our breakfast and then stuffs a duster in the front of her apron. ‘I’ll leave you to eat in peace.’

‘Thank you, Cathy.’ Jesse says with zero gratitude.

I can’t even speak. I start picking at the edges of my salmon bagel in an awkward silence and after an eternity of quiet, I finally relent and lower myself from my stool.

‘Where are you going?’ he asks shortly.

‘Upstairs.’ I make my way from the kitchen, leaving my breakfast untouched. Jesse and the constant challenges surrounding him are doing my appetite no favours.

‘Ava, don’t walk away from me.’ he threatens. I ignore him. ‘Ava!’