The Unorthodox Billionaire and His Wife

ought I had a surefire plan! But everything that could go wrong has gone wrong, and my confidence has shattered. No one knows what

ering Creek, is at stake here, not to mention the billion-dollar proposition is on the line! I took his offer to get married in

st, I tried to respect Erin's wishes to take things slow so we didn't get in over our heads, but we were young then. When she moved to Sydney, the distance of us living so far from

she is a lovely girl to take home with me. During my time here, things have gotten hot and heavy between us. I wanted her, and I figured she wanted me too. We were so close to having great sex, and I thought marriage would be the che

d on, and this has been a wonderful

been enjoying having

ght because I need to k

ead no. Not once, twice, bu

like a toy you can play with and

to turn away from me. Then, she cl

and I know you will be a fantastic lover. But there's nothing else you can offer me. You see, I'm a modern woman who needs a mod

I said, hanging my head, trying to

w me to show you what

o live where there isn't reliable cell service

get it." I said, lo

nd if I told her I would be a billionaire in one year. She would have dropped everything and married me. But not for the right reason; I was tempted to tell her because I wa

ried to convince my grandfather to give me an extension. "I need more time to find a suitab

rap up your boots, return

fe! I just needed a little more time, and he was too cold-hearted to give it to me! I had 72 hours left, even though it was not enough time! But I'm n

me to waste. I needed a hard-working, intelligent girl, and ready to marry! Even if she had the other two qualities, I would pay her a million dollars to entice her to marry me for a

om a young age that I can smell from a mile long. So I knew someone had entered my apartment, and I knew it was a female in a split sec

I started trying to picture her appearance based on the scents surrounding my door. I lean against

I thought as I enjoyed the tantalizi

ornings when the breeze picks the aromas fr

otent. My curiosity was getting the best of me, so I put my hand on the doorknob. I wanted t

ly opens. The young lady

oked nothing like the girl I had been imagining. I didn't know what to say, so I stared at her for a long second, asking myself mentally. 'Where is her long silky black

er skin, pert nose, high cheekbones, and the fuchsia color lipstick on those full lips. Then there were the large ho

been designed just for her. It all matched perfectly with the alluring scent accompanying her presence as she stood

and popped open! I looked around

only dreaming. Thank Go

ied that this dream might become