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 her graphic tablet on

moment,

against hers.He placed his hands on either side, trapping Janet against

with work.Let’s

and her heart took a sprint in

do you want

Janet and pulled her into

shoulder, exuding a

earth do you want me to do to

one foot to another, as

have to clean the desk," she whined,

got reminded of the domineering heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their

more their female counterparts struggled, the

pressed his body against Janet’s, trapping

he helped her put the tablet into the bag and asked, "Why are you shaking? I’ll help you

first.We’ll sit

out of his hold.She was both

you go, you will run away and won’t talk to

his fingers under her chin and lifted her head to make her

girl!"

her pink lips with his

are you still glaring

and bit her

squeal left