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 her graphic

next moment, darkness

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

with work.Let’s talk

turned red, and her heart took a sprint in her

want

wrapped his arms around Janet and pulled her into a

on her shoulder, exuding a

you want me to do to

from one foot to another, as his hot

me, Ethan! I have to clean

had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of

struggled, the more aggressive they would

tighter and pressed his body against

bag and asked,

go of me first.We’ll sit down comfortably and

wriggling out of his hold.She was both shy

I let you go, you will run away and won’t talk to me," Ethan

her chin and lifted her

girl!" Janet’s

and gently stroked her

still glaring

forward and bit her

involuntary squeal left Janet’s