Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena dashed into the guest bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it with swift precision.

It wasn't long before Everett came storming after her, pounding on the door in frustration. "Selena, get out here!"

Selena just chuckled to herself. She wasn't naive. Who knew what could happen if she stepped out now? Everett had no sense of self-control; his feelings for Margot wouldn't stop him from crossing a line.

For Selena though, love and intimacy were intertwined. She'd only get close to someone she truly cared about; otherwise, she just wasn't interested.

Even though the guest bed couldn't compare to the master bedroom's comforts, Selena made herself comfortable. She realized she needed to curb her spoiled habits, especially with a possible divorce looming ahead. Sooner or later, she'd have to get back to a normal life.

Everett stood outside the door, his face a mask of irritation, as he listened to the quiet inside. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

You couldn't wake someone pretending to sleep, after all. Eventually, he kicked the door in anger.

Back in the master bedroom, Everett lay down, trying to force himself to sleep. As the minutes ticked by, sleep eluded him, his mind spinning with thoughts of Selena and her infuriating antics.

A few minutes later, he shot upright, looking down at the problem at hand.

Damn it!

teeth, he got up and stormed into the

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up feeling refreshed and in great spirits after a

of the mirror

reflection, she saw his icy glare, and for someone who usually slept like

eyes bored into hers, full of

meant. She couldn't help

about it, they used to have quite the active sex life. Now that they'd been on the outs

snorted. "What

was dripping with

arms around him from

she finally

slight smile played at the

seemed to be admitting

hand cradling her head as he leaned in for a kiss. But Selena

away, teasing, "Not so fast, that's