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.

clung to the sheets beneath her, holding on for dear life. After all, this was the worst it could get... It was way better than offering her heart, only to have it

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

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

his smile was undeniably charming, and his deep voice whispering such flirty

her head spin. She felt him stirring back to life, and before she knew it,

shallow, deep and

whole night

in between. By the end, she was so worn out that she blacked out, slipping

dining table, all dressed up

she was starving, and only a hearty