The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning.

She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second.

When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her.

The man was an absolute beast in bed.

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips.

Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.”

He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

stretched her arms and reached for Ethan’s shoulder. The afterglow from last night left a rosy hue

his arm jokingly. “It’s all your fault. You’re

a chuckle and cuddled for a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to

fact, she hadn’t expected

unbothered as he pulled her closer

grinned. “Then, I’ll go

had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they never

pulled her back into his embrace. “Let me carry

had no idea how irresistible she looked when she

single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that point, the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed

up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at nine o’clock that

sky over Paris was still a light shade of blue despite the hour, and the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered in the surface of the River Seine. It truly was the most romantic

a tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a

were clear and bright, lending a youthful charm to her petite

yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was

gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled

had never taken photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was understandably

be pleased with the pictures when he showed them

of the Seine, her eyes filled with awe as she

she had been studying painting, her biggest