Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 142

Selena was totally baffled. "What?" she asked.

Everett didn't respond; instead, he suddenly grabbed her hand. The heat radiating from his palm nearly made her jump out of her skin. She got what he was hinting at, and it made her both angry and annoyed. She tried to shake him off, but he just tightened his grip, making it impossible for her to escape.

He started to breathe heavily, and the raw, masculine scent filled the air, turning the night into something intensely suggestive. Selena was flustered, her face aflame and heart pounding. She couldn't bring herself to glance at Everett.

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace, and there was no way she could fall asleep. In her mind, she cursed him over and over, just wishing he'd get it over with.

But, as luck would have it, he just wouldn't hurry up. Her hand was so sore from all this, and she couldn't help but tell him, "Come on, hurry it up!" "Kiss me," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear.

Selena muttered under her breath about how shameless he was, but eager to end this ridiculous scene, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck.

It was supposed to be a fleeting kiss, a touch-and-go, but as she tried to pull away, he clutched the back of her neck. He pulled her into a deep, passionate French kiss.

After a muffled groan, he held her tight, his head buried in her shoulder, waiting for the moment to settle.

curses running through her mind. She couldn't take it anymore and shoved him off,

was trying to wash away some pesky germs. She even pumped the soap dispenser

in, casually draping a loose bathrobe over himself, looking both sexy and laid-back. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a teasing smirk. "You didn't seem to mind earlier," he said, grinning. Selena glared at him through the mirror, seeing that smug

over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin

eyes locked with hers in the mirror as he playfully suggested, "Selena, how about a

response was swift-a swift kick to his

sound of Kunning water filled

grabbed her phone and made her way to the guest room. She was way too exhausted to deal with him any longer. She locked the door and flopped onto the

drift off, she felt the bed sink beside her. She was pulled into

need to turn around; she knew her

but he gently nibbled her ear, hal threatening, half-seducing. "I just want to hold

She froze.

"Sleep," Everett said.

end, Selena couldn't fight off

...

schedule. The sunlight streaming in was