Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Who the other man was, well, that was crystal clear without needing to spell it out.

Selena could hardly believe his accusation, but she wasn't in the mood to explain anything further; their relationship was just business, plain and simple! A smirk of irony played on her lips.

Everett caught on to her meaning right away. Her thoughts were none of his concern, or more bluntly: none of his damn business! That was fine. Just fine.

Everett locked eyes with her for a good while before nodding. So Selena wanted to play this game of annoying him, huh? Well then, he'd play along to the hilt!

His hand gripped her waist, leaving marks on her soft skin that quickly turned red. He didn't bother checking if Selena was ready for him and just went right ahead.

Selena's face turned a bit pale, a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead, but she only let out a quiet groan, teeth clenched tight, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction no matter what he did.

holding on for dear life. After all, this was the worst it

deeply, her body drenched in sweat as if she'd just climbed out of a pool, making her earlier shower feel like a waste. She tried to push him away to take another shower, but Everett

her chin as he grinned. "Mrs. Bennett, don't you know your man by

and his deep

felt him stirring back to life, and before she knew it,

shallow,

whole night

fish on a chopping board, turned over and over, with no break in between. By the end, she was so worn out that she blacked out,

late morning. Her waist and legs ached something fierce. She dragged herself to the bathroom for a hot soak, just to ease the soreness a bit. She headed downstairs and found Everett sitting at the head of the dining table, all dressed up and eating with such elegance. It was like last night's

last night's marathon, she was starving, and only a hearty serving of rice pudding would do the trick Plus,