The Mister by E L James EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: E L James
- Genre: Fiction & Literature, Women’s Fiction, Contemporary Women Fiction
- Publish Date: 16 April 2019
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
Mindless sex—there’s a lot to be said for it. No commitments, no
expectations, and no disappointments; I just have to remember their names.
Who was it last time? Jojo? Jeanne? Jody? Whatever. She was some nameless
fuck who moaned a great deal both in and out of bed. I lie staring at the
rippling reflections from the Thames on my ceiling, unable to sleep. Too
restless to sleep.
Tonight it’s Caroline. She doesn’t fit the nameless-fuck category. She’ll
never fit. What the hell was I thinking? Closing my eyes, I try to silence the
still, small voice that is questioning the wisdom of bedding my best friend…
again. She slumbers beside me, her sleek body bathed in the silver light of the
January moon, her long legs entwined with mine, and her head on my chest.
This is wrong, so wrong. I rub my face, trying to erase my self-loathing,
and she stirs and shifts, waking from her doze. One manicured fingernail
skims down my stomach and over my abdominal muscles, then circles my
navel. I sense her sleepy smile as her fingers slip toward my pubic hair.
Catching her hand, I bring it to my lips. “Haven’t we done enough damage for
one night, Caro?” I kiss each finger in turn to take the sting out of the
rejection. I’m tired and disheartened by the nagging, unwelcome guilt that
gnaws at my gut. This is Caroline, for heaven’s sake, my best friend and my
brother’s wife. Ex-wife.
No. Not ex-wife. His widow.
It’s a sad, lonely word for a sad, lonely circumstance.
“Oh, Maxim, please. Make me forget,” she whispers, and plants a warm,
wet kiss on my chest. Tossing her fair hair away from her face, she gazes up
at me through long lashes, her eyes shining with need and grief.
I cup her lovely face and shake my head. “We shouldn’t.”
“Don’t.” She places her fingers on my lips, silencing me. “Please. I need
it.”
I groan. I’m going to hell.
“Please,” she begs.
Shit, this is hell.
And because I’m hurting, too—because I miss him, too—and Caroline is
my connection to him, my lips find hers and I ease her onto her back.
When I wake, the room is flooded with bright winter sunshine that makes me
squint. Turning over, I’m relieved to see that Caroline has gone, leaving
behind a lingering trace of regret—and a note on my pillow:
Dinner tonight with Daddy & the Stepsow?
Please come.
They are mourning, too.
ILY x
Fuck.
This is not what I want. I close my eyes, grateful to be alone in my own bed
and glad, despite our nocturnal activities, that we decided to come back to
London two days after the funeral.
How the hell did this get so out of hand?
Just a nightcap, she’d said, and I’d gazed into her big blue eyes, brimming
with sorrow, and known what she wanted. It was the same look she’d given
me the night we learned of Kit’s accident and untimely death. A look I
couldn’t resist then. We’d almost danced the dance so many times, but that
night I resigned myself to fate, and with an unerring inevitability I fucked my
brother’s wife.
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