บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Accidental Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

At six o'clock, Catherine Brown was on her way to the hotel where her boss, slash secret husband, Mr. Richmond, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be available, and if she wanted her job back as his secretary, they needed to talk about something important first. Whatever it was, she didn't care any longer, and even though the devil said it would be purely business, yet here she was, driving under the rain in snarling traffic, and yes, she was drunk, but who cares? Catherine knew she didn't have to worry about anything other than business conversation. After all, Mr. Richmond never saw her as a woman, not that her yellow sweater and long skirt would make an impression, and besides, he liked his women naked, -fucking all the time. After ten minutes, when she reached the door, she strengthened and checked herself before knocking on the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. The woman at the reception said that she could

Then, out of nowhere, Shawn straightened slowly to his full height and paced around in front of her like some male underwear model. Okay, not that kind, but a girl could dream, right? But the man must be thinking of something. She recognized this kind of pacing; this was his boss's thinking pace, where he would be making huge, fucking decisions. What on bloody earth could he be thinking? His offer wasn't mind-shattering, in fact, it was as boring as hell hounds. However, he looked so intimidating, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the bed, his soft, warm, silky bed, with that thought, Catherine smiled, that Mr. Richmond actually stepped backward. His eyes bore straight into hers, his gaze holding her prisoner, searching her very soul. "Stay in the mansion with me, and I will double your salary plus bonus," the god mumbled, as if debating whether to take her right now. "What? ...You did your thinking pace just to tell me that?" She grumbled. "Ah, what?" "Never mind, Mr. Richm

Two Years Ago "Welcome aboard!" The Asian flight attendant smiled. "Going home to Las Vegas, Miss?" As Catherine made her way through the aircraft to her seat in the third row, she mumbled under her breath, "Well,... Not voluntarily, but needed if I want my friends back in my life." She smiled back as she stowed her bag in the bulkhead and crammed her five-foot-seven-inch frame into the business, first-class seat near the window, acknowledging that yes, she enjoyed spending time with her friend, especially now that her wedding is approaching. Oh, such busy moments, flowers, invitations, meals, church, dress, etc. It was all very stressful. And yet, this was an unplanned flight. Her two best friends, Jane and Chelsy, bought tickets for her to follow them to Las Vegas to celebrate her bachelorette party. She might hate this idea, but does she have a choice? Of course, she didn't have a choice; after all, the two would have disowned her. It’s just that she didn’t want them to weigh in

Ten minutes later, the woman was still a little bit apprehensive about their approximate encounter earlier, and he knew that from the way her eyes averted every time he gazed at her. However, just sitting beside the woman made him think naughty thoughts. She was of sufficient height to be a reasonable match for him on the battlefield of sexual escapade. As if she was ready to take on the world with her simple, taunting smile, she walked with legs meant for high heels and curves that wouldn't stop straining against the taut texture of her simple white shirt. With her chestnut-blond hair brushed back from her shoulders and long bangs falling to frame her heart-shaped face, she resembled spun gold. Even though her features were not particularly elegant, they were invigorating and inviting, like a summer breeze against the cold of his dead and frigid heart. Her eyes glisten with humor and keen understanding, and her heart-shaped lips are delicate, rosy pink, and full. The love that went

Warning SPG Rated 18+   Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it.   So, maybe she was not dressed modestly for the evening or this game. Not that Catherine had any choice. After all, she only dresses modestly at work. Now, her usual mini dress, high heels, and a purse- the whole fuck me now-look was the only thing she had. When someone has a D-chest, anyt