An Impossible Dilemma: A Psychological Thriller Novel by Netta Newbound Read Free Book Online

they? It's all we can do to get through each day."
    "What do you think of this?" I pointed to the screen.
    He shrugged. "Seems too good to be true, but I'd be interested to learn more."
    "Me too. Apparently the ex-Lord Mayor of Manchester had it done. I'm going to try and contact her tomorrow."
    "Was hers the same as Emily’s?" he said, surprised.
    "Not exactly, no. She has Idiopathic Ataxia, meaning they don't know what caused hers." I was smiling. I felt lighter than I had in days. The future suddenly didn't seem so bleak.
    I reached for the computer mouse. "Let me show you this." I brought up the before and after video footage from the stem cells China website. "It says they do a combination of umbilical cord stem cell transplants, cord serum and nerve growth factor, combined with acupuncture and rehabilitation therapy.”
    We spent the rest of the evening watching videos that showed the amazing recovery of a lot of patients, all with similar illnesses to Emily.
    “Do you think we may have found a way through this, Jon?" I asked, clutching at the spot in between my ribcage, as I held my breath.
    Jonathan licked his lips slowly, then nodded. “Maybe,” he whispered, he eyes not leaving mine.
    After weeks of not allowing myself to feel a thing, huge tears began to fall followed by deep gut-wrenching sobs.
    Jon pulled me into his arms and hugged me to his chest.
    My tears made two large spots on his pale blue cotton shirt. “I’m sorry,” I said, when I eventually calmed down. I looked up into his eyes. His lovely grey eyes—so like Emily’s.
    I kissed him.
    Light kisses at first that turned into deep, urgent ones. I realised how shut off from my emotions I’d become since all of this started. And how, in the process, I’d shut out this wonderful man who meant the world to me.
    I pulled away, grabbed his hand and almost ran down the hallway to our bedroom.
    As we made it in the door, I pushed him against the wall and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his black Levis. I bent and pulled off my jeans, in desperate need of the comfort that only he could give me.
    Jonathan took my hands. “Hey, hey. What’s the rush?” he whispered. He looked into my eyes before kissing me deeply, making my heart dance. Then he led me to the unmade bed and lay me down tenderly.
    Removing his clothes, he climbed onto the bed beside me and pulled my t-shirt off over my head, placing light kisses all over my neck and shoulders as he travelled down my body.
    Taking my nipple into his mouth, he grazed it with his teeth causing a loud groan. His hands kneaded at my breasts as his mouth went from one to the other.
    I urged him down further—running my hands through his short, dark brown hair.
    He hooked his thumbs under the flimsy elastic of my not-so-sexy purple cotton panties. He took his time as he pulled them down my legs and off each foot—teasing me until I was ready to scream.
    Then he kissed his way back up my body, pausing at my most intimate spot, tantalising me with his lips and tongue. He was driving me into a wild, wanton woman.
    I couldn't bear it a moment longer. I pulled him towards me, and our eyes met once again. Sex was no longer the main issue. A deeper, more meaningful connection was our goal.
    He lay on top of me—our eyes fused—our breathing in sync.
    As he entered me, my breath caught in my throat and escaped in a cry. Tears streamed down my face as we rocked together—deeply fused into each other—easing each other's pain, allaying each other's fears. The desire beyond physical—our contact beyond flesh.
    Our minds merged and locked as we did the ageless carnal dance.
     
    ***
     
    I awoke to an empty bed, surprised I hadn’t heard Jonathan get up. But I’d slept better than I had in weeks.
    Going downstairs, the sound of Emily's giggles lightened my step as I entered the kitchen. She sat at the table playing 'snap' with Frank. Steph stood at the stove, cooking bacon and eggs.
    “You seem