Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 682

The man casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, in one swift move, he grabbed Selena's wrist, spun her around, and slammed her against the car. Her body arched back, pinned between the vehicle and his heated presence, dangerously close.

"Everett, what the hell are you doing?" Selena's voice shot up, baffled by his sudden show of force.

Everett didn't bother with explanations. Holding her wrist with one hand, he gripped her chin with the other and kissed her fiercely, cutting off her protest. The kiss was far from gentle-intense and rough, leaving her tongue numb.

He wasn't done. His hand wandered boldly beneath her clothes. Selena's mind was a whirlwind. She fought back with everything she had, but the strength gap was too wide; she couldn't budge him at all.

Everett held her firm, taking what he wanted until they finally broke apart, both of them panting, skin flushed with heat. Selena's cheeks were red, her eyes too, and her chest heaved with fury.

She swung her hand to slap him again, but this time, Everett caught it. His eyes still smoldered with desire, his voice a deep rasp.

you? I feel the same

pressed closer, his passion radiating like a furnace. "After all these years, I still can't get enough of you. And since you can't seem to let me go, let's

you'll be the only one. I don't want to lie anymore. Let's be upfront, so we don't

always be number one for me. The others are just passing fancies. I can promise they won't affect your place. If you want, you'll always be

how

moved in again, ready

muscles tense as

eyes for a moment before he surprisingly released her. He stepped back, casually adjusting his collar, slipping back into his composed, polished

thought it over, give me a call. I'll

I don't want you catching a cold. I'd hate for that to