Forever Love – A Romance Novella Collection Read Online Ella Fox

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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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“I appreciate you wanting me to feel at home, but it’s really not necessary. I don’t want to clutter up your life any more than I already will be.”

He threw back his head and let out a sexy sounding laugh. “Clutter away. I want you to. If you told me you wanted a moving van here for all your furniture, I’d make it happen. I want you to have your stuff, Angel. If it's meaningful to you, it's important to me.”

I bit my lower lip as I stared at him.

He stared back at me with a grin. After a few seconds, he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “Are you packing all your stuff or am I?”

There was no point in arguing. I decided he really wanted me to be comfortable at his house. Shrugging it off, I started packing. Jordan helped move things along when he offered to do my closet so I could do the drawers. It was good to have him otherwise occupied, since it allowed me to shove the contents of my underwear drawer into my luggage without him seeing. I don’t know why the prospect of him seeing all my panties embarrassed me, but it did.

It was sweet how carefully he folded my stuff and the way he asked questions as he packed. I told him to leave all my polo shirts and khaki skirts behind since I wouldn’t need them anymore now that school was over.

Because I’d spend the majority of my time in school uniforms or clothes to paint furniture in, there wasn’t much for me to pack. In the end I had one full suitcase and another that was half clothing, half electronics & photo albums. Jordan seemed genuinely perplexed by my lack of clothing and kept asking if this was it.

“You don’t have anything in the laundry? Maybe some stuff in a hall closet?”

I shook my head. “Nope, this is it.”

“What about makeup and bathroom shit?”

I held up one finger. “Yep. Give me a second,” I instructed as I grabbed the outfit I set aside to change into.

I hurried from the room and walked into the hall I retrieved a rolling black bag from the closet and made my way into the bathroom. Letting out a relieved sigh, I set my clothes on the counter before shimmying out of my damp underwear. I then scrunched them into a ball and tossed them under the sink before pulling on fresh ones and getting dressed. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a pair of white shorts, a pale yellow tank top and a pair of matching yellow flip flops, but it was comfortable.

After dressing, I pulled my hair out of the ponytail I’d put it up in before school and restyled it into a messy bun. Satisfied with my hair, I turned my attention back to the task at hand. It then took me less than five minutes to pack my toiletries and makeup, mostly because my makeup was already in a case I was able to grab and pop into my cart. Since my mom worked away from home so much of the time, I’d traveled with her extensively. Packing was almost second nature to me because of those experiences.

Once I finished I rolled my case into the hall and deposited it against the wall before continuing back to my room. When I walked in I found Jordan snapping photos of my room on his cell.

“Sorry,” he said over his shoulder. “I couldn’t resist. I want to remember all of this. You’re incredibly talented.”

The pride in his voice touched me.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

After snapping another photo of the curtain treatment he looked over at me.

“Don’t tell me you’re finished getting all your toiletries,” he teased.

I lifted my shoulders. “What can I say? I’m just that good.”

He grinned as he slipped his phone into his back pocket and crossed the room to me. The air seemed to thicken around us as he stepped in close.

“You are,” he murmured as he looked into my eyes. “So good and so damn intriguing. I can’t wait to learn everything about you.”

With that, my new underwear was toast. He was killing me with his sexiness. As I took in the look in his eyes, it hit me head on.

Jordan Sinclair wanted me.

I stared up at him, surprised, aroused, and unsure of what to say.

He stepped in closer, until we were almost touching. Lifting his hand, he traced his thumb over my lips.

“Ah,” he rasped, “you see it now.”

My heartbeat sped up exponentially and I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I didn’t think you could possibly want me,” I blurted after a few seconds of silence. “I’m no one spec—”

Jordan cut my sentence off by covering my mouth with his hand.

“Don’t you ever speak of yourself that way again, Angel. You’re everything special.”


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