Fallen Angel (The List #3) by N K Love Read Free Book Online Page B

proven impeccable bedside manner.” Jack says as he takes back the plastic cup
back and heads for the door. He winks at me as I eye him suspiciously, then stops
when he reaches the doorway before continuing, “ Although —from what I have
just gathered, your methods of checking his blood pressure and pulse are
somewhat controversial.”
     
    Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and flashing
a wicked grin, the blue-eyed troublemaker disappears through the door chuckling
to himself. Leaving me at a loss for words with my hand clasped over my mouth.
I turn back to Jax who takes the comments with a pinch of salt, shrugging it
off with a smirk and a shake of his head.
     
    Moving my hand from my mouth, I stroke my
fingers over the marks on his chest.
     
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had…” Jax doesn’t
even glance down, which tells me he’s already seen them. “God, he must think
I’m a total whorebag.”
     
    As I say the words I still find I’m mentally high-fiving
myself for finally returning the favour from when he’d marked me similarly in
the past.
     
    “Don’t apologise, B. I’m certainly not
complaining. Jack’s a tough nut to crack but you’ve managed it. He likes you and
he knows you’re not a ‘whorebag’ .” Jax covers my hand on his chest.
“Trust me.”
     
    “Well, in that case, good. I like him too.
But—”
     
    I hesitate, not wanting to offend Jax.
     
    “But what?”
     
    Lowering my voice to a whisper.
     
    “—what’s the deal with him sleeping with his
wife’s cousins? That is all kinds of wrong—”
     
    Jax stifles a laugh and clutches his left side.
Then he reaches out and tucks my long hair behind my ear, giving him access to
stroke the back of his fingers across my cheek.
     
    “He isn’t married, Angel.”
     
    “But you said… Wait, then who’s Pam?”
     
    Jax just raises his left palm and wiggles his
fingers.

Chapter Five
     
    Sunday 19 th April 2015
     
    8:30am
     
    Jax
     
    A fter getting back on track with Beth, I’ve
woken feeling all geared up to attack the day—well, attack it as much as I can
from my bed, armed only with a laptop and my new phone.
     
    When Beth left yesterday afternoon I was
tempted to try and convince her to stay over but resisted. It was purely a
selfish whim that would’ve put her in an unfair position, having just got
Willow back and after what I’d put her through already.
     
    Needless to say I ended up inviting Pam to help
me out as a mediocre substitution. Since laying my eyes on her, I’ve only had
sex with her and when that wasn’t on the cards, I’ve had to find my own
release, always with her providing the visuals. Even when I’ve put on a porno
it’s been Beth on the screen.
     
    Thursday night was one hell of an epic fail.
Although it proved difficult to track this piece of shit down, there was
absolutely no reason for it to backfire. But it did. I’d been meticulous with
my checks. He should’ve been alone but he had hired muscle who were lying in
wait.
     
    I hadn’t factored that into consideration. I’d
pulled over nearby to fit my false registration plates then when I pulled into
a side road by my targets house, the car was ambushed.
     
    The only explanation is that I was spotted the
night before and they’d pre-empted my return. I should’ve just dealt with him
that night instead of letting my head get fucked over! My lackadaisical
approach is completely to blame for all of this. I got sloppy.
     
    There were three of them. They must’ve
approached the car from behind and waited until I was about to exit before they
rushed it and dragged me out. We all wore balaclavas but these amateur pussies
had no clue who they were fucking with. Those first few seconds was the only
time they had the upper hand over me. I’d already gotten into the zone when I
was in the car, so fighting them should’ve been a walk in the park.
     
    I had two of them down in less than two minutes
then got into a struggle with