This Man Part 53

I laugh at Kate's amazement a she doesn't shock easily. I lead her towards the steps, expecting to find John greeting us, but he doesn't appear. Instead, I find the double doors ajar, so I push my way through. Looking back at Kate, I see her gazing around, open mouthed and wide eyed at the splendid surroundings.

'Kate, shut your mouth.' I scorn her lightly.

'Sorry.' She snaps her mouth shut. 'This is one fancy place.'

'I know.'

'I want a tour.' she says, craning her neck to look up the stairs.

'Get Sam to give you a tour.' I say shortly. 'I need to see Jesse.' I head past the restaurant and towards the bar, spotting Sam and Drew immediately.

Sam gives me a huge, cheeky grin as he swigs his beer, but spits it out when Kate follows in behind me. 'f.u.c.k! What are you doing here?' he splutters.

Drew turns, clocks Kate and breaks out in uncontrollable laughter. I frown.

Kate looks less than delighted. 'I'm pleased to see you too, d.i.c.k!' she spits indignantly at a stunned Sam.

He quickly shoves his beer on the bar, pulling a stool up close to him. 'Sit!' He bashes the top of the stool, giving Drew a worried look.

'Don't order me about, Samuel!' The look of disgust on her face is fierce. I've never seen Sam so twitchy before. Is he hiding something? Perhaps, it's the girl from Starbucks?

He pats the stool again, smiling nervously at her. 'Please,'

Kate makes her way over, resting her b.u.m on the stool. Sam pulls her even closer. She'll be on his lap soon.

'Buy me a drink.' she demands on a half-smile.

'Just one.' he affirms, signaling to Mario. Jesus, he's breaking out in a sweat. 'Ava?'

'No, I'm good. I'm going to find Jesse.' I thumb over my shoulder as I start walking backwards.

'Does he know you're here?' Sam asks, all wide eyed.

What's the matter with him? 'Well, I text him,' I glance around the bar, seeing plenty of familiar faces from my previous few visits to The Manor. I'm pleased to note there's no Sarah, but this means nothing, of course. She could be anywhere in this huge house. 'But he didn't reply.' I add. It's only now I realise how strange that is.

Sam gives Drew a nervous look, prompting Drew to laugh harder. 'Wait here, I'll go and get him.'

'I know where his office is.' I say on a frown.

'Ava, will you just wait here?' Sam's face is pure panic. I'm super suspicious now. He fixes Kate with a stern glare as he gets up. 'Don't move.'

'How much have you had to drink?' Kate asks, eyeing his bottle of beer. Has Kate picked up on his unease too?

'This is my first and last, trust me. I'm going to get Jesse, then we're leaving.' He looks around the bar nervously. Okay, now I'm convinced he's definitely hiding someone or something. I'm beginning to wish Sarah was in here because then I would know for sure that she isn't with Jesse. I'm bristling from head to toe.

He jogs off, leaving Kate and I exchanging puzzled faces.

'Excuse me ladies,' Drew gets up. 'Nature calls.' He leaves us at the bar like a couple of spare parts.

'Oh, f.u.c.k this,' Kate exclaims, taking my hand. 'Give me the tour.' She pulls me back towards the entrance hall.

'A quick one,' I agree, taking over the lead and guiding her up the ma.s.sive staircase. 'I'll show you the rooms I'm working on.'

We reach the balcony landing and Kate's gasps increase as she takes in the opulent splendor of The Manor. 'This is some serious special.' she mumbles, gazing around in awe.

'I know. He inherited the place from his uncle when he was twenty one.'

'Twenty one?'

'Hmmm,'

'Wow!' Kate blurts. I look behind me, finding her gawking at the huge stained gla.s.s window at the foot of the second staircase.

'This way,' I call behind me, walking through the archway that leads to the extension rooms, leaving Kate to scuttle after me. 'There are ten altogether.'

She follows me into the middle of the room, gazing around. I can't deny, they are mighty impressive, even as empty sh.e.l.ls. Once completed, though, they'll be royal worthy. Will I get through to completion? After our little sorting of s.h.i.t I might not see this place again. I can't say that would disappoint me. I don't like coming here.

I wander further into the room and follow Kate's gaze to the wall behind the door. What the h.e.l.l?

'What's that?' Kate asks the question that's batting around in my own head.

'I don't know. It wasn't here before.' I run my eyes over the huge, wooden, crucifix style cross propped up against the wall. With giant, black, wrought iron screw eyes bolted to the corners, it looks imposing, but it's still a fine piece of art. 'It must be one of the big wall hangings Jesse was talking about.' I approach the piece, running my hand over the highly polished wood. It's spectacular a if a little intimidating.

'Oh. Sorry, ladies.' We both swing around, finding a middle aged man in overalls holding a sander in one hand and a coffee in the other. 'Looks good, huh?' He points up at the frame with his sander as he takes a slurp of his coffee. 'I'm just checking the size before I make the others.'

'You made this?' I ask in disbelief.

'I certainly did.' He laughs, joining me by the cross.

'It's stunning.' I muse. It'll fit in perfectly with the bed I designed that Jesse loved so much.

'Thank you, Miss.' he says proudly. I turn around and see Kate observing the piece of art on a frown.

'We'll leave you to it.' I give Kate the lets-be-going nod, and she smiles at the workman before following me out of the room.

We walk back through to the gallery landing. 'I didn't get it.' she grumbles.

'It's art, Kate.' I laugh. It's not pink and chintzy, so I'm not surprised she doesn't like it. Our tastes are very different.

'What's up there?'

I follow her gaze up the staircase to the third floor, stopping to look with her. Those intimidating doors are slightly ajar. 'I don't know. I think it might be a function room.'

Kate takes the stairs. 'Let's have a look.'

'Kate!' I start after her. I'm keen to find Jesse. The longer I delay speaking to him, the longer I have to convince myself not to. 'Kate, come on.'

'Just a peek.' she says, pushing against the doors. 'f.u.c.k!' she screeches. 'Ava, look at this.'

Okay, my curiosity has been well and truly teased. I run the rest of the way up the stairs and into the function room, skidding to an abrupt halt next to Kate. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.

'Excuse me!'

We both look in the direction of the foreign accented voice. A dumpy lady, holding cleaning cloths and anti-bacterial spray, comes wobbling towards us.

'No, no, no. I clean. The communal room is closed for cleaning.' She shoos us back towards the door.

'Chill out, Senorita,' Kate laughs. 'Her boyfriend owns the place.'

The poor woman recoils at Kate's harshness, giving me the once over before bowing. 'I'm so sorry.' She shoves her spray in her ap.r.o.n and clasps my hands in her tanned wrinkled fingers. 'Mr Ward, he not say you come.'

I fidget uncomfortably on the spot at the woman's panic, throwing Kate a disgusted look, but she doesn't notice. She's too busy looking around at the colossal room we're stood in. I smile rea.s.suringly at the Spanish cleaner, who's got herself in a bit of a pickle over my presence.

'It's fine, really.' I a.s.sure her. She bows again, moving off to the side, leaving Kate and me to try and comprehend our surroundings.

I gaze around, and the first thing that strikes me is how beautiful the room is. Just like the rest of the house, this room has been lavished with beautiful materials and furniture. The s.p.a.ce is huge, easily spanning half of the entire buildings floor area, and as I look around, I realise it backs onto its self, circling around the stairwell. We've entered the centre of the room, so it's even bigger than I originally thought. The ceiling is high and vaulted, with wooden beams stretching from end to end and over-elaborate, gold chandeliers hanging between them, offering a hazy glow of light. The room is dominated by three arched, Georgian sash windows, dressed in crimson, with Austrian blinds edged in gold jute braid. Miles and miles of gold silk, piped in crimson braid, is softly gathered and held in place at the sides by simple gold ombres. The deep red walls provide a dramatic backdrop for elaborately dressed beds that are positioned around the room.

Beds?

'Ava, something tells me this isn't a function room.' Kate whispers.

She starts to wander off to the right, while I remain frozen in place, trying to grasp what I'm looking at. It's an immense, super luxurious, communal bedroom a The Communal Room.

The walls are free from paintings, allowing s.p.a.ce for various gold metal frames, hooks and hoists. They all look innocent enough, like extravagant wall hangings, but as my mind starts to recover from its shocked state, the significance of the room and its contents start to filter into my brain. A million reasons try to distract me from the conclusion I'm slowly drawing, but there is no other explanation for the devices and contraptions surrounding me.

The delayed reaction finally crashes down. 'f.u.c.king h.e.l.l,' I whisper to myself.

'Watch your mouth.' His soft voice rolls over me.

I fly around and find him stood behind me, watching quietly, his hands in his jean pockets, his face completely expressionless. My tongue is like lead in my mouth as I search my brain for something to say. What can I say? My head is invaded with a million memories of the last few weeks. All of the times I've brushed things off, ignored things or, more to the point, been distracted from things. Things he's said, things other people have said a things I thought odd, but didn't pursue because I was distracted by him. He's been distracting me this whole time. He's been going out of his way to keep all of this from me. What else is he keeping from me?

Kate appears in my peripheral vision. I don't have to look at her to know she's probably displaying a similar facial expression to me, but I can't drag my eyes away from Jesse to be sure.

He flicks his gaze in Kate's direction, smiling at her nervously.

Sam barges into the room. 'Oh, f.u.c.king h.e.l.l! I thought I told you to stay put!' he shouts, fixing Kate with a furious glare. 'd.a.m.n you, woman!'

'I think we need to go.' Kate says quietly, walking towards Sam and taking his hand to lead him out of the room.

'Thank you.' Jesse nods at them before returning his eyes to me. His shoulders are slightly raised, signaling his tenseness. He looks really worried. He should be.

I hear the hushed, angry whispers of Kate and Sam as they take the stairs, leaving us alone in the communal room.

The communal room. It all makes sense now. That crucifix downstairs is no wall art. The strange grid-like contraption in the suite was no antique. The women sauntering around the place like they live here are not business women. Well, they might be, but not while they're here.

Oh G.o.d, help me.

I watch as Jesse teeth start a good work out on his bottom lip. My strained heartbeats are quickening by the second. This certainly explains the thoughtful moments he's been drifting in and out of over the last few days. He must have known I would find out? Was he ever going to tell me?

He drops his eyes to the floor. 'Ava, why didn't you wait at home for me?'

My shock starts to simmer into anger as everything starts clicking into place. I'm so dense! 'You wanted me to come.' I remind him.

'Not like this.'

'I sent you a text. I told you I was on my way.'

He frowns. 'Ava, I haven't received a text from you.'

'Where's your phone?'

'It's in my office,'

I go to retrieve my mobile, but then his words from this morning seep back in to my brain. 'Is this what you wanted to talk about?' I ask. He didn't want to talk about us at all. He wanted to talk about all this s.h.i.t.

He lifts his eyes back up to mine, and there's no mistaking the regret in them. 'It was time you knew.'

My eyes widen. 'No, it was time for me to know a long time ago, Jesse.' I do a full three sixty turn, refreshing my eyes of where I am. It's still all there, loud and proud a I'm not dreaming. 'f.u.c.k!'

'Watch your mouth, Ava.' he scorns me gently.

I swing back around to face him in shock. 'Don't you dare!' I cry, slapping the heel of my hand against my forehead. 'f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!'

'Watch...'

'Don't!' I pin him with a fierce glare. 'Jesse, don't you dare tell me to watch my mouth!' I gesture around the room. 'Look!'

'I see it, Ava.' His voice is soft and placating, but it's not going to calm me down. I'm too stunned.

'Why didn't you tell me?' Oh my G.o.d, he's a glorified pimp.

'I thought you would have grasped The Manors operations on our first meeting, Ava. When it became obvious that you hadn't, it just got harder and harder to tell you.'

My head hurts. This is like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, each piece clicking into place, all so very slowly. I told him he had a lovely hotel. Oh, he must think I'm something else. He dropped enough hints with his specification and requirements, but because I was so distracted by him, I missed them all. He owns a s.e.x club? This is f.u.c.king awful. And the s.e.x? Oh G.o.d, the b.l.o.o.d.y s.e.x. He really is s.e.xpert extraordinaire, and it's not because of previous relationships. He said himself that he didn't have time for relationships. Now I know why.

'I'm going to leave now, and you're going to let me go.' I say it with all the determination I feel. I really have been a play toy to him. I'm way past dense a I'm completely brainless.

He's still frantically chewing his lip as I side step him, taking the stairs in a complete daze.

'Ava, wait.' he pleads, following me.

I'm swiftly reminded of the last time I was fleeing here. I should have kept running. I block out his voice, concentrating on getting myself to the entrance hall without breaking my leg in a fall. I pa.s.s the second floor bedrooms and mentally slap myself again.

'Ava, baby, please.'

I reach the bottom of the stairs and fly around to face him. 'Don't even think about it!' I shout at him. He recoils in shock. 'You'll let me leave.'

'You've not even given me the chance to explain,' His eyes are all wide and full of fear. It's not an expression I'm use to from Jesse. 'Please, let me explain.'