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.

all, this was the worst it could get... It was way

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 didn't budge. Confused, she opened her eyes to him, her voice

was still there, his fingers gently gripping her chin as

deep voice

making her head spin. She felt him stirring back to life, and

and shallow, deep and

night

the end, she was so worn out that she blacked out, slipping

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 wild side was just a figment of her imagination! Selena rolled her eyes internally,

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