Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 730

Everett grabbed her chin, his face a storm of anger. She had an uncanny knack for getting under his skin with just a few words.

Selena smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as she held his face and kissed him softly. Her lips brushed over his brow, his lips, his chin, and his throat, each kiss making Everett's anger melt away, replaced by a simmering heat.

"You little tease," he gasped, his breath ragged.

Everett pushed her back onto the bed, yanking off his belt and letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. He leaned in, his desire almost tangible.

Yet, her small hand was there again on his chest. "Everett, it's late. Take me home."

Everett felt his patience stretch to the limit. "Selena, do you really think I'm gonna be thrilled about driving you home right now?"

He clasped her hand, letting her feel the urgency and longing coursing through him.

Selena remained cool as a cucumber. "If you don't, I might just find myself in someone else's bed tomorrow."

Her voice was sultry, with a hint of playfulness that drew him in like a moth to a flame. But every word she spoke made Everett's frustration flare.

His eyes burned as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, breaking it off with a groan, gripping her hand tightly.

Eventually, he rolled away, lying on his back, his frustration all too evident. "Selena, you're gonna drive me crazy."

Leaving him in suspense like this. What man could handle it?

The flush on Selena’s cheeks faded a bit as she draped herself across his bare chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "If I'm not your endgame, why should I care if you're out of commission?"

Honestly, it would serve him right, she thought with a smirk.

Everett was left speechless, his anger simmering. "They weren't kidding when they said hell hath no fury like a woman."

Before stepping out, Selena leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek—a small reward, perhaps.

After all, a little reward now and then kept him coming back for more.

Sure enough, Everett’s previously annoyed expression softened, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Dinner tomorrow?"

Selena shook her head. "Tomorrow, I’m spending the day with my son, Mateo."

Everett sighed, not pleased, but he wasn't about to compete with her son. "How about the day after?"

He was starting to get it. Women could be unpredictable.

If he wanted her willingly in his life, he’d have to put in the effort. Playing the attentive suitor wasn’t the worst thing if it kept her from looking elsewhere.