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 them?" Selena shot back without

then, if you're insisting on sharing the bed, let's do that,"

did he even make that

raced, her cheeks flushing red with anger. The difference in strength between them was obvious, and she

robe loosened, showing off his well-toned chest and abs. Selena wasn't much better off; her pajamas had slipped, revealing her

was

in a way

for comfort. She

up

her.

no gentleman, and who knew what could happen if this went

couch, alright?" Selena relented, exasperated. "Can you please get

a brief, unreadable emotion, but he finally

moved to the

she'd picked out was spacious

Considering how rarely Everett came home after they got married,