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.

afterglow from

perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. “It’s all your fault. You’re the reason why

moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to

fact, she hadn’t expected

a week off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he pulled her

up in bed and grinned. “Then, I’ll

travel with Ethan, but they never found the

pulled her back into his embrace. “Let

probably had no idea how irresistible she looked when she just woke

the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed in the

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

the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered in

man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across

eyes were clear and bright, lending a youthful charm

done yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired of

to be enjoying his new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled with

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

appeared to be pleased with the pictures when he showed them

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

painting, her biggest dream was to explore this