Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The man casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, in one swift move, he grabbed Selena's wrist, spun her around, and slammed her against the car. Her body arched back, pinned between the vehicle and his heated presence, dangerously close.

"Everett, what the hell are you doing?" Selena's voice shot up, baffled by his sudden show of force.

Everett didn't bother with explanations. Holding her wrist with one hand, he gripped her chin with the other and kissed her fiercely, cutting off her protest. The kiss was far from gentle-intense and rough, leaving her tongue numb.

He wasn't done. His hand wandered boldly beneath her clothes. Selena's mind was a whirlwind. She fought back with everything she had, but the strength gap was too wide; she couldn't budge him at all.

Everett held her firm, taking what he wanted until they finally broke apart, both of them panting, skin flushed with heat. Selena's cheeks were red, her eyes too, and her chest heaved with fury.

She swung her hand to slap him again, but this time, Everett caught it. His eyes still smoldered with desire, his voice a deep rasp.

"Selena, you still care about me, don't you? I feel the same way about you..."

He pressed closer, his passion radiating like a furnace. "After all these years, I still can't get enough of you. And since you can't seem to let me go, let's get back together. The kids would want that too."

He gently stroked her soft cheek. "But I can't promise you'll be the only one. I don't want to lie anymore. Let's be upfront, so we don't repeat the past."

"But know this-you'll always be number one for me. The others are just passing fancies. I can promise they won't affect your place. If you want, you'll always be my Mrs. Bennett."

"Selena, you don't know how much I've wanted to..."noveldrama

His lips moved in again, ready to kiss her.

"Get lost!" Selena's face twitched, muscles tense as she spat the words through gritted teeth.

Everett paused. They locked eyes for a moment before he surprisingly released her. He stepped back, casually adjusting his collar, slipping back into his composed, polished content belongs to

"When you've thought it over, give me a call. I'll be waiting."

With a faint smile, Everett added, "Get inside. It's cold out and I don't want you catching a cold. I'd hate for that to happen."

With that, he got into his car and sped away. The night was empty, and he drove like a madman, pedal to the metal, flirting with danger.

Back at his hotel room, he yanked off his tie grabbed a bottle of pills from the table, and poured out a handful. He swallowed them down with Bottled water, not even bothering to count.

He collapsed onto the bed, and it was a long while before his racing heart and numb limbs finally settled. The room was a picture of luxury, yet it felt cold and devoid of life.

He thought of his home-a wife, children, and a newborn sister. He'd sneaked a

few glances at her earlier, and she was exactly how he'd imagined.