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‘I have no fking clue, Ava’ He placeswith it, so don’t worry your pretty little head’

‘How are you dealing with it?’ I can’t help the question I really want to know because so tells me that like most of Jesse’s ways, it won’t be conventional

As I kneould, I get landed with a warning look, and I’et tossed off Central Jesse Cloud Nine before we arrive back in London

I soak up his reproachful look for a fewthe expectant look fro reply I’ve already quietly accepted that, and I’ve also already reed not to pursue it ‘End of’ he says simply, and I know it really is

So I relax and let hi my toenails as I silently appreciate both his attentiveness and the fact that he’s scrunched over, leaning down close to carry out his task, yet there is not a roll of fat on that sto the lid back on ‘I’ at this’ There is no humour in his tone

I pullto see a set of pink coloured feet, but no Jesse is, indeed, a else, except cooking ‘Not bad,’ I flip casually, feigning the wiping of some stray polish that isn’t even there

‘Not bad? I’ve done a better job than you’d ever do, lady’ He jumps up from the bed ‘You’re so lucky to have me’

I scoff ‘Are you not lucky?’ I ask incredulously He’s such an arrogant arse

‘I’ed froo exploring’

We pull off a roundabout and up to a security gate that leads down to a port Jesse lowers hisand flashes a plastic card at a screen and the gate opens instantly, allowing hi forward in my seat to look down the road ahead

‘This is The Port, baby’ He proceeds at a crawl and turns onto a pedestrianized area, people lance I would’ve thought this strange, but I quickly register the dozens of prestigious cars, all parked in bays along the front And not just the odd Merc or BMW I’ at rows of Bentleys, Ferraris and even another Aston Martin, all screa billionaires These people are quite clearly used to ridiculously expensive cars, but my attention is speedily drawn from the row of expensive vehicles when I clock the rows and rows of boats No, not boats These are yachts

‘Fucking hell’ I whisper as Jesse slips into an enition off

‘Ava! Please, watch your fking ets hi his way around to ht whiteness of et’

I absentmindedly ejectmy eyes on the boats I can’t even find words But then I do ‘Please don’t tell me you own one of those’ I look at him ide eyes I don’t knohy I sound so shocked This man is beyond wealthy, but a yacht?