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.

moments, she just clung to the sheets beneath her, holding on for dear life. After all, this was the worst it could get... It was way

waste. She tried to push him away to take another

his fingers gently gripping her chin as he grinned. "Mrs. Bennett, don't you know your

and his deep voice whispering such flirty words had

in again, kissing her deeply, making her head spin. She felt him stirring back

and shallow, deep and

whole night through, Selena

she was so worn out that she blacked out, slipping

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

figure in check. But after last night's marathon, she was starving, and only a hearty serving of rice