My Broke Husband Is A Zillionaire?

y, go on. I

d your legs a

meeting echoed on. Outside the room, Katherine Morgan's

nize. One belonged to her boyfriend, Darrell Clark, and the othe

ns with Darrell today. She hadn't anticipated wa

camera at the small opening of the door, recording the scene as proof. Then, wit

hastily yanked the bed s

ntarily frozen. As realization dawned on him, he scrambled t

? Why didn't you knock be

ing else. You said you were busy with something to deal with-betraying me with my cousin as soon as my b

t a shred of remorse. He looked Katherine up and

mes, but you never wanted to sleep with me. You're as responsive as a block of

began to cry. "Katherine, please

ne, feeling like a victorious champion, all whi

cted without thinking, storming forward t

ing to shift the blame onto me. You

a response, Kather

eze brushed against her cheeks. It took quite some time

wish to see Katherine married soon before he left. Little did she know how harshly life would twi

to return home, Katherine headed straig

handle much alcohol, but tonight was an

fell on fire. Yet, the alcohol had a way of numbi

ed her it was time to leave. As she wobbled out, she un

d her nose with her hand and peered at the

s and an attractive visage, his features slightly fuz

runk state didn't allow for much thought as he extended the key card in his hand. "Did

hint of the man's meaning. In a hazy sta

proved quite challenging for her to loca

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balance, and the two

f pinned beneath the man. Despite her