Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(162)

He rests his forehead on my stomach, and I watch through my hazy vision as his own shoulders start jerking. ‘I’m sorry. I love you. Please, I beg you, don’t leave me. Marry me.’

‘What?’ I cry. We’ve not even spoken about the subject at hand yet, and I’m already balancing on the edge of complete breakdown. This is information overload. This is the death blow. ‘I can’t marry someone who I don’t understand.’ I utter the words quietly through my heaves and feel him sag before me on a sharp intake on breath. I can see the angry welts and beads of blood across his back. ‘I thought I was working you out.’ My voice is trembling. ‘You’ve destroyed me again, Jesse.’

‘Ava, please. I was a mess. I lost control. I thought I could fight you out of my head.’

‘By getting pissed and f*cking other women?’

‘I didn’t know what to do.’ he says quietly.

‘You could have talked to me.’

‘Ava, you would have run away from me again.’

‘All of the apologies you’ve been giving me were because your conscience was eating away at you. It wasn’t because you were drunk, or because of The Manor. It’s because you screwed around on me. You said you hadn’t dabbled since way before me. You’ve lied to me. Every time I think we’ve made progress, more bombshells. I can’t cope with this anymore. I don’t know who you are, Jesse.’

‘Ava, you do know me.’ He looks up at me with pleading eyes. ‘I’ve f*cked up. I’ve really f*cked up, but no one knows me better than you, no one.’

‘Sarah might do. She seems to know you very well.’ I say with zero emotion. ‘Why?’

He collapses onto his heels and drops his head. ‘I’ve let you down. I wanted a drink, but I promised you I wouldn’t, and I know what’s likely to happen if I do.’

I wince at his admission. ‘So you had yourself whipped?’

‘Yes.’

My stomach joins my heart in my throat. ‘I don’t understand.’

His head remains dropped. ‘Ava, you know I’ve led a colourful life.’ His voice is quiet. He’s ashamed. ‘I’ve broken marriages, treated women like objects and taken what’s not mine. I’ve damaged people, and I feel like all of this is my penance. I’ve found my little piece of heaven and I feel like everyone is going out of their way to take it away from me.’

The lump in my throat grows further. ‘YOU are the only one who’s going to f*ck this up. Just you. You drinking, you being a control freak, you f*cking other women. YOU!’

‘I could have stopped it all. I can’t believe I’ve got you. I’m terrified you’re going to be taken away from me.’

‘So you ask a woman I despise, a woman who wants to take you away from me, to whip you?’

He frowns as he looks up to me. ‘Sarah doesn’t want to take me away from you.’

I shake my head in frustration. ‘Yes, Jesse, she does! You doing this to yourself is agony for me. You are punishing me, not you.’ I’m desperate for him to see this. ‘I love you, despite all of the shit you keep landing on me, but I can’t watch you do this to yourself.’

‘Don’t leave me.’ He grinds the words out, reaching up and grabbing at my hands. ‘I’ll die before I’m without you, Ava.’

‘Don’t say that!’ I shout at him. ‘That’s crazy talk.’

He yanks me back down to my knees. ‘It’s not crazy. That nightmare I had when you were gone. Just like that – gone. It gave me a clue of what it would be like without you.’ He’s in such a state. ‘Ava, it killed me.’

His repeated apologies in his sleep make sense now. I left him in his dream because I found out about the other women. ‘If I left, it would be because I can’t watch you hurt yourself – I can’t watch you torture yourself anymore.’

‘You could never understand how much I love you.’ He reaches for my face, and I pull away. That statement just makes me fuming mad. ‘Let me touch you.’ he demands, trying to grab at me. He’s becoming frantic and panicked and it’s ripping my insides out.

‘I do understand, Jesse, because I feel the same!’ I yell. ‘Even though you’ve f*cked me over completely, I still f*cking love you and I f*cking hate myself for it. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand!’

‘It’s not possible.’ He grasps the tops of my arms and pulls me forward on a hiss. ‘It’s just not f*cking possible!’ His voice is severe. He really does believe that.

I let him pull me into his chest and smother me, but I can’t even put my arms around him. I’m emotionally drained and completely numb. My strong, dominant playboy is reduced to a frightened, desperate soul. I want my fierce Jesse back.

‘I’m going to get something to clean you up with.’ I struggle from his fighting arms. ‘Jesse, I need to clean you up.’

‘Don’t walk away from me.’

I break free and stand myself up. ‘I said I would never leave you. I meant it.’ I turn and leave him on his knees, walking from his office in a complete daze.

I’m not going to get anything to clean his back up. A bit of attention on his wounds is not going to prove anything. There is only one way I can get him to comprehend that I understand how he feels. And if that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.