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The Billionaire’s Trial Wife

(Warning, rated 18, No Rape)    Harley is a twenty-two year old unwanted daughter of a millionaire businessman, nothing short of a troublemaker to get back at her cruel father. When a risky contract arises between her father and the Billionaire Sylus Jones, she is forced into a trial marriage with Sylus—a man who is both an enemy and, strangely, a charm.   A kind of dislike, hatred, and the need to destroy each other while aware the contract is on the line burns between these two. However, provoking a man like Sylus is probably not the best idea…or the safest. But then again, Harley Legan Eun-kyung has never been good at playing it safe. Things begin to get a lot more complicated when this marriage is unfortunately made public against their initial agreement and plans. Can these two keep in mind that this marriage is nothing short of a facade that will end in two months?  Probably not. But how will they survive this trial marriage when there's nothing to like about each other? When all they do is bicker and fight, hating everything about each other? How will they learn to live with each other? And how will they learn to deal with the burning desire—the flickering need, that had ignited between the two of them, one that proved hard to overlook?  Each is what the other desires. But each is also what the other hates. 

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HARLEY

I couldn't argue. The man had unmuted the call, eyes fixed on me, waiting on me. 

"Travis?"

I nervously bit into my lip and grabbed tighter on his shoulder, keeping myself steady as I came up and down on him. Something twitched on his face, but it didn't last long. "Right, where were we? You want to withdraw?" 

There was no change in him, nothing at all. He wasn't affected, not his voice or his expression. They were blank like I wasn't doing a good job and that unnerved me. I hated this, because now I was doubting myself, wondering how badly I was doing? How could I leave this man breathless? 

His hand roamed over my upper body, cupping my breath so his thumb could play with my nipple. And as breathtaking as that was, I was filled with annoyance. Did he think I could never bring him the kind of pleasure he could bring me if he left me to do the work.