Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett paused for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned her from head to toe, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "It's not appropriate," he said. Well, at least he had a bit of self-awareness, saving her the trouble of having to explain further.

Selena was just about to politely tell him to get lost when he spoke again, this time in a tone that was neither warm nor cold. "Before the divorce, we need to avoid any rumors reaching Grandpa, so I'm not planning on sleeping in separate rooms. If sharing a bed isn't your preference, then..."

"You can choose between the floor or the couch."

Selena's mind went blank. "What?"

"You...," she started, almost thinking she must have misheard. "Not only are we not sleeping in separate rooms, but you're also suggesting I take the floor or the couch?"

This guy sure had a knack for pushing her buttons every single day!

Fuming, she couldn't hold back. "Everett, you're not acting like a real man!"

His expression didn't change at all, but suddenly, he leaned in closer to her. Before she knew it, he had pinned her down and trapped her in his arms.

Selena's heart skipped a beat as she tried to push him away, but he didn't budge an inch. He looked down at her with a teasing smile. "You don't want the floor or the couch?"

Why don't you take

sharing the bed,

even

was obvious, and she couldn't push him away,

they wrestled, Everett's robe loosened, showing off his well-toned chest and abs. Selena wasn't much better off; her pajamas

was

a way that

close for comfort. She could

heating up as ited

her.

well he was no gentleman, and who knew what could happen if

relented, exasperated. "Can you please get off

unreadable emotion,

and a blanket, moved to the couch, and lay down with her

couch she'd picked out was spacious

like she'd be on the couch forever. Considering how rarely Everett came home after they got married, she probably wouldn't have to deal with this more than a handful