The Billionaire's Accidental Wife

ond, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be availa

yes, she was quite a bit intoxicated while driving towards the hotel, but Catherine knew she didn't have to worry about anything beyond business discussion. After all, M

the top floor. The woman at the reception said that she could go straight. After all, with her boring, non-sexy clothing, she surely couldn'

drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list. The man was nothing but bossy and demanding as hell, and out of desperation, he hired her as his secretary in exchange to keep their accidental marriage secret. Not that

it seemed like either the devil was bu

ced how it was too dark inside. What sort of sorcery is this? Why is it too dark here? She thought to herself, "Hel

he ceiling brightens the place, and the sheer glass wall with a modern shade curtain made from a very silky sheer f

le

g. What a waste of time." She murmured under her breath, but halted when she re

aying his name out loud

could

athtaking, a view to die for indeed. Yet, the luxury in the room was to die for, with the cream with gold accents and

the next room, seeing that the lights were still on and

hower at night since he was a child. And, besides, this suite was closed and dark; who was taking a shower here? Was he fucking someone inside, or did

y got the be

o the wide aisle. On the sides were the paintings of a famous artist; the floor was a modern dark marble; a blend of deep homely light nude

ter, so she was actually beginning to

roze. Yes, she stood there i

pray of the water. But it wasn't that her ex-boss was standing without a stitch of clothing in front of her th

a gigantic fucking dick between his knees, both of his hands wrapped securely around it as he rubbed i

uly surprising. The man was nothing b

ormous he was? After all, they al

e as her eyes fought to believe what she was looking at. It protruded, thick and throbbing, from the blond patch between his legs, jutting out what h

toys are not in co

open at the sound of her gasp, staring right at

both of his hands off of it. "The, um, shower...," Catherine wh

d nodded slowly. "So, Mis

shaft dodging heavily between his legs. Shawn barely mumbled the words out, completely enchan

rivate meeting with my little manager

alled. "Oh my god." She snapped her head up, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before her entire face t

d out of the shower room and back into the dim living area, and started p

ehind her that she realized, with a small gasp, that

mn

had been nothing but foolish, but it was as if the gas pedal got stuck down and in that acceleration, in that momentum, the steering wheel gets all

have forgotten those monstrous, throbbi

ut she just couldn't override the warm feeling. It was unless she had a friend to help her, to guide her,

lf and nibbled on her bottom lip. She wondered how on ea

tural to feel the ur

as not helping, but she didn't have a choice either, 'Catherine, when you realize you are good to your core, when you realiz

stood up. Then, out of nowhere, she heard his deep, exhausted voice.