Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(81)

I wriggle a little more and try and prize his arm from around my waist.

‘Stop making a scene, Ava.’ he warns.

Looking up, I see numerous bystanders halted in their daily business, all watching the dramatic happenings unfolding before their eyes. I give in with my struggle, but mainly because I’m thoroughly exhausted. I let him bundle me into his car, batting my arms at him when he tries to put the seatbelt on me.

He grabs my chin and tugs my face to his. ‘You had better stay f*cking put!’ His green eyes are brimming with fury as I stare at him defiantly before pulling my face away. I sit in the warm, black leather trying to catch my breath.

I am not going to The Manor tomorrow night and I am going to the pub on Saturday. I’m also moving out of Lusso, not that I really moved in, although Jesse would completely disagree with that.

I see him walk back over to John, Kate and Sam. They’re talking, but I have no idea what about. Jesse’s head drops and I see Kate place a hand on his arm. It’s a reassuring gesture. She’s a f*cking traitor! Why is he the one getting all of the sympathy and reassurance when I’m the one who’s just been abducted by a wild f*cking maniac?

John shakes his head and clips the side of Jesse’s jaw with his knuckles, but Jesse pulls back from it harshly. I lip read John’s calm down and watch as Jesse walks away, throwing his arms in the air before yanking his dark blonde, disheveled hair in frustration. John shakes his head and this time I know he just said mother f*cker.

Good! This is an indication that John agrees with me. Nasty qualities, I think John said. You don’t get much nastier than this. He’s completely lost the plot.

I look out of the passenger window when he climbs back in the car. I’m not talking to him. He’s gone too far this time. He starts the car and roars off down the road, flinging me back in my seat. His normal driving mood is frightening enough. I’m not looking forward to this journey.

‘How did you know I was here?’ I keep my eyes firmly on the view whizzing past my window.

I hear him wince as he takes a corner and out of my peripheral vision, I see him shake his hand. He’s upset it. ‘It doesn’t f*cking matter.’

‘It does matter,’ I turn and look at his scowling profile. He’s still a handsome beast. ‘I was fine until you turned up.’ I accuse.

He whips his head around to face me. I meet his stare with the same fierceness he’s giving me. ‘I’m f*cking infuriated with you. Did you kiss him?’

‘No!’ I shriek. ‘He tried and I beat him off. I was just leaving.’ My forehead muscles are aching from scowling so much.

I jump when he punches the steering wheel. ‘Don’t ever f*cking tell me I’m possessive and over-the-top, do you hear me?’

‘You are stupidly possessive!’

‘Ava, in two days I’ve caught two men trying to get in your knickers. God knows about the times when I’ve not been there.’

‘Don’t be stupid,’ I scoff. ‘You’re imagining things.’ I’m fully aware that he’s not. He’s totally right, but what I want to know is why Mikael is suddenly interested in my relationship with Jesse. ‘How do you know Mikael?’

‘What?’ he snaps.

‘You heard me.’ I can tell by the disappearance of his bottom lip between his teeth that he’s thinking hard about this.

‘I bought the penthouse, Ava. How do you think I know him?’

‘He thought it was very interesting when I told him that we had been seeing each other for a month-ish. Why would he?’

His head whips around. ‘Why the f*ck are you talking to him about us?’

‘I wasn’t, he asked the question and I answered! Why would he think it’s interesting, Jesse?’ I can feel myself losing control. I look away from him, trying to take some calming breaths.

‘That man wants you, trust me.’

‘Why?’ I shout, throwing my face in his direction again, but he refuses to look at me.

He punches the steering wheel again. ‘He wants to take you away from me.’

‘But why?’

‘He just f*cking does!’ he roars.

I jump back in my seat, shocked and unsatisfied by his vague, furious answer. This conversation will get us nowhere. He needs to calm down and so do I. I’ll ask my questions when he’s not looking like he may put his fist through the window.



He pulls up outside Lusso and I exit the car before he turns the engine off. I notice John pull into the car park as I enter the foyer, and I completely ignore Clive as he comes out from behind his desk. I head straight for the elevator.

I expect Jesse to stop the doors from shutting so he can get in, but he doesn’t. He’s obviously concluded that we both need to calm down as well.

I exit the lift and fish my pink key from the side pocket of my bag to let myself in before I slam the door behind me and chuck my bag on the floor in a temper. ‘Fucking man!’ I curse to myself.

‘Hello.’ A small voice says.

I look up and see a grey haired, middle aged woman stood in front of me. I suppose I should be concerned by this strange woman in Jesse’s penthouse, but I’m too angry. ‘Who the hell are you?’ I blurt nastily. The woman recoils slightly and it’s then I clock the can of furniture polish and duster in her hand.