Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 815

She was done dealing with his parade of admirers. As long as they kept out of her face, they could do whatever they wanted. She just couldn't deal with it anymore.

Everett let out a mocking laugh.

"Selena, feeling a bit high and mighty, aren't we?"

He lifted her chin with a teasing touch, his thumb brushing her lips in a way that was more than suggestive. "Are you jealous?"

Selena's mind unwillingly replayed the scene she had just witnessed. Breanne's neckline was a roadmap of kisses. Nausea hit her like a wave, and she snapped, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

She shoved Everett away, fighting back the urge to gag.

His anger flared up immediately. His hand wrapped around Selena's slender neck, and it was clear that just a bit more pressure could cut off her air.

"Why can't I touch you, huh?" he spat. "I did exactly what you wanted, so why the attitude now?"

I want you, you have to play your part! Isn't that what you

rage, all Everett wanted was to shut her down,

couch. He forced her lips apart, his tongue invading as his hands

none of them got to him like Selena did. This frustrating woman was all he wanted. Even though she ignored him,

overwhelmed. Everett claimed his victory, savoring her

face away, burying it in the sofa, silently enduring

in, until he tasted the salt of

stopped him cold. He slowly lifted his head, turning Selena's face towards him with a cold touch, only

stunned. An explosive pain

almost not wanting to hear the answer, "do

forgive him, no matter what he did. Now, despite everything he'd done for her,

Why?

Why!

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of tears appeared in Everett's