My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

As he reclined her seat, his expression changed to one of shock.

A stinging slap from Rosalynn had met his cheek.

Brian’s tall, rigid frame tensed. His eyes snapped open to gaze upon the woman beneath him.

Shadows of raw desire and stark disbelief mingled in his deep gaze.

She had struck him!

Rosalynn’s breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling. She shoved him aside, hastily straightening her disheveled attire.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

What is it that you see when you look at me? I’m seeking a marriage of the soul, not one of mere

the door

he compressed his lips, a

could she find him

her perception of

never have laid a

there a saying that even quarreling couples found solace in each other’s

refused his

a soft glow that soon surrendered

remained deserted, a silent witness to their

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over as he

intended to reconcile,