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.I know what that means, but I don t knowwhat the proof is.My washed-out mind istoo exhausted to even ask, and I don tcare, anyway.I watch as Dan nods hisacceptance and then strides out of Jesse soffice, not looking back. Chapter 29 I want to show you something. Jessesays as he collects me from the car outsideLusso. Do you want me to carry you? Idon t know why he s asked me becauseI m draped across his arms before thequestion registers in my useless brain. What do you want to show me? I ask,resting my head on his suit coveredshoulder.These are the first words I havespoken since watching Dan leave Jesse soffice, and not because I haven t beenspoken to.I couldn t even muster up thestrength to growl a warning at Sarah as wepassed her in the entrance hall of TheManor.She smiled awkwardly, refrained from laying her wandering hands all overJesse and stepped back, almost warily,like she was fully expecting a backlashfrom me.The surprise was clear when Iignored her presence, choosing to walk onand leave Jesse to talk business with her.And I know that s all it was and all it everwill be.Business. You ll see. He strides into the foyer ofLusso, and I smile when I hear Clive scheerful voice.He s not as easy on the eyeas our new concierge, but I ll alwaysfavour Clive s age worn and jolly face,rather than Casey s fresh, pretty one. Congratulations! he chants.I m notsurprised.Either Jesse really hasbroadcasted it, or Cathy s been getting excited. Wonderful news! His voice isgetting closer as I m carted across themarble towards the elevator. Let me getthat for you, Mr Ward. He jumps in frontof Jesse and pushes in the code for thepenthouse lift. Thanks, Clive. Jesse sounds just ascheerful, as if being reminded of hispeanuts.He s not pushed too muchconversation on the journey back to thecity, letting me quietly reflect on my recentrevelation the revelation that my brotheris stupid and my husband is now twohundred grand lighter because of it. Very good, Mr Ward, very good.Youlook after yourself, Ava. His instructionis stern, and I smile fondly as his crabby face disappears when the doors meet inthe middle. You let Clive call me Ava. I point outcasually.He looks down at me with raised,cautionary eyebrows. Your point being? Just saying. I find the muscle power tocurve my lips into grin, my husband spossessiveness providing the amusedstrength necessary. I m ignoring you. He s fighting his owngrin as we exit the lift and he lets us intothe penthouse, kicking the door shutbehind me. You won t be able to carry me soon. I grumble, holding on extra tight.I ll miss itso much, but when I m bursting at theseams and double the size, I can tenvisage being carried with such ease,like I m just an extension of his own body. Don t worry, lady. He kisses myforehead and turns to push his back intohis office door. I ve ready increased theweights I m lifting in preparation.I gasp and reach up to pull his hair. Hey!I m placed on my feet, but I still have holdof his hair. You re a savage, lady. He laughs, hishead lowered to prevent the pull. Are yougoing to let go? Say sorry. Sorry. He s still laughing. I m sorry.Let go.It s ludicrous.He could stop me in aheartbeat, but he s letting me have thepower.For now, anyway.I release himand kick my shoes off. My feet hurt. Icomplain, wriggling my toes. Why are wein your office? I wanted to show you something. A picture of Jake? I ask hopefully,probably too eagerly as well.I reallywant to see what Jesse s twin looked like. Well, no. His frown line jumps onto hisforehead. What then? I ask, utterly intrigued.Helooks shifty all of a sudden, uncomfortableand all boyish. What s up with you? Turn around. he commands softly,resting his hands in his pockets.I m not sure I want to.I look at himquestioningly, but he remains silent andhis frown line remains fixed in place.He s concerned, which makes meconcerned, and very very curious.Islowly pivot, wanting to close my eyes,but far too inquisitive to do it.And thenthe wall slowly comes into view, and Istop breathing.A choked gasp flies frommy gaping mouth, and I ve taken a stepback because Jesse s chest is pressed upagainst me.Or maybe he has stepped forward to steady me.I m not sure.I can teven take it all in.My eyes run from oneside of the large wall, the length of hisoffice to the other end.It s completely coated in& me.Every square inch is me.Not framedpictures or canvases or photographs.It swallpaper, although you would neverknow it.Each seam is so incrediblyperfect, it looks like one giant piece of art a homage to me, and the biggest piece,the centre piece, is me spread on the crossin our room at The Manor.I m naked, myeyes are dropped low and my lips areparted.My hair is a mass of glossy waves,framing my lust filled face and the sensualvibes pumping from my body in the still shot is tangible.I can feel it as I mstanding here.My gaze starts to drift, absorbing it all.There s too much, and I m gasping againas I spot a motion shot of my back as Irush down the steps of The Manor
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