Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

"You..."

Even though she knew he was a charming rogue, Selena still wasn't used to his forwardness. Her ears turned as red as ripe tomatoes, as if they could bleed at any moment. They were in the kitchen, and Ava could walk in at any time. How could she go along with this? She blurted out, "No!"

"No?"

Everett looked at her with a teasing smile, his hand gently holding the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to his. His gaze was intense. "Saying no while leading me on, huh?" When had she ever led him on? She was just minding her own business, making a pie!

Selena's big eyes were full of disbelief.

He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. His lips brushed gently against the dimple on her cheek. "You smile at me, all bright and inviting, and then say you're not leading me on?" Selena: "............"

"Mrs. Bennett, you've started a fire, and now you've got to take responsibility."

With that, he kissed her deeply, prying her lips apart and exploring her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers, unyielding in his pursuit.

His approach was so intense that Selena found herself retreating, her upper body bending back, her hands braced behind her to keep from falling.

Since getting pregnant, she mostly wore loose-fitting dresses, which made it even easier for Everett...

Selena shivered, managing to pull away from his kiss, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Not here, let's... go back to the room."

"We haven't christened this spot yet," he murmured, refusing as he nibbled on her slender neck.

Every guy likes to mix things up in the bedroom department, and he was no exception. Changing the scenery sometimes made all the difference. Selena couldn't wrap her head around his thinking; all she felt was a wave of embarrassment that threatened to swallow her whole. "Ava will see!"

These days, she and Ava were

practically glued together at the villa. If Ava saw her with marks like the last time she had been mortified for days before moving on. If they got caught in the act today... she might as well pack up and move to another planet!

"She won't come out, trust me!"

Ava was discreet and knew when to make herself scarce. When he brought her from the old house, it wasn't just her cooking he appreciated; it was her respect for privacy too. Even if she didn't show up, she'd definitely hear something, right? With that thought, Selena couldn't relax, her whole body on edge.

The more tense she was, the less

enjoyable it was for Everett. He playfully nipped at her ear, his voice low and teasing, "Mrs. Bennett, if you don't let me in, are you planning to keep this up here with me?"

"I don't mind... but tonight, you probably won't be celebrating."

Tears brimmed in Selena's eyes, half from frustration, the other half from sheer irritation.

Even with that mischievous look on his face, he was annoyingly good-looking. She lashed out, leaving a scratch on his cheek. She didn't hold back, and it drew blood.

Everett wasn't angry, instead, he seemed amused, smiling. "Good, Mrs. Bennett's got her spirit back!"

A true capitalist never takes a loss. Having received that scratch, he was determined to get his payback from Selena.

With a swift motion, he unbuckled his belt...

His legs were long and muscular, covered in a thin layer of muscle that was undeniably sexy. Selena, however, couldn't appreciate the view; she was a bit taken aback, her face going pale.

Honestly, despite their many close encounters, she had mostly been on the receiving end, usually with her eyes closed or staring at the ceiling, so she had never really seenût all.