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 on her

perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. “It’s all

you need to go to the company? Won’t the Larson Group fall without

fact, she hadn’t expected a

said, looking unbothered as he pulled her closer and

and grinned. “Then,

to travel with Ethan, but they

her back into his embrace. “Let me carry you to the bathroom,”

had no idea how irresistible she looked when she just

that point, the matter of

they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in

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

man was busy snapping pictures of a

clear and bright, lending

Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired of smiling for the

enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool

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

appeared to be pleased with the pictures when

that the Louvre?” Janet had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with awe as she

studying painting, her biggest