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?"

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

her down, to make

hard, ignoring her struggles, pinning her to the couch. He forced her lips apart, his tongue invading as his hands roamed under her clothes. After two weeks of self-control, touching her felt like

This frustrating woman was all he wanted. Even though she ignored him, upset

matched; Selena was quickly overwhelmed. Everett claimed his victory, savoring her body without noticing the

away, burying it in the sofa, silently enduring

she had finally given in, until he

him with a cold touch, only to be met with her

stunned. An explosive pain ripped

wanting to hear the answer, "do you really hate me

what he did. Now, despite everything he'd done for her, all she

Why?

Why!

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appeared in Everett's eyes, gone as