My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At night, Janet wore her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg under her bum, and began working on her design.Her elegant fingers had a way of their own with the pen.She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes.

The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled her long, silky locks.

Ethan knocked on the door.His heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful scene.

Janet glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the painting Ethan took her gesture as approval to get into the room.He shamelessly walked in and closed the door.

"Let’s talk." Ethan’s eyes were dark.

He placed a steaming glass of milk on the table and looked at her.

The sweet scent of milk wafted in the air.

Janet pursed her lips.Her mind was a mess.

"I don’t have time."

Ethan took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, trailing his fingers across the soft bedsheet.

"I’ll wait for you to finish your work."

Janet’s unique scent filled the room as the wind swept across her.

Ethan’s mouth dried, and his body turned hot in an instant.

He felt a surge of desire within him. At eleven at night, Janet finally stopped drawing.She stole a glance at Ethan, who was staring at her.

up and picked up

next moment,

hers.He placed his hands on either side, trapping Janet against the table.His hot breath blew against her

done with

her heart took a sprint in her

do you want

arms around Janet and

hair rested on her shoulder, exuding a faint

you want me

another, as his hot breath

Ethan! I have to

domineering heroes he had read in books, who

more their female counterparts struggled,

tighter and pressed his body

his free hand, he helped her put the tablet into the bag

me first.We’ll

out of his hold.She was both shy

you will run away and won’t talk

fingers under her chin and lifted her

girl!" Janet’s eyes

gently stroked her pink lips

are you still

and

involuntary squeal left Janet’s