The Substitute Wife: 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 tablet

moment,

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

done with work.Let’s

a sprint in her chest

do you want to

his arms around Janet and pulled her into a

rested on her shoulder,

do you want me to

one foot to another, as his hot breath made her

go of me, Ethan! I have to clean the desk," she whined,

of the domineering heroes he had read in books, who wouldn’t let go of their love interests during such

counterparts struggled, the more aggressive

her tighter and pressed his body against

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

first.We’ll sit

wriggling out of his hold.She was both

you will run away and

fingers under her chin and lifted her head to

girl!" Janet’s

stroked her

you still

leaned forward and bit

involuntary squeal left