The Billionaire's Convenient Bride: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story by Cj Howard

Amy’s blonde hair was blanketed over him where she had fallen asleep with her face nestled in his groin. He looked up at Emmaline with panicked eyes and his heart felt as though it would beat right out of his chest.
         She stared back into his eyes with an icy glare and waited for him to reply.
         “Fine.” It was all he could say. He felt horrible about having her find him with the women, but he owed her no reason or excuse; after all, they were business partners, and that was it. He felt horrible because he had let his lust for her get the better of him and he had imagined her beneath him, above him, wrapped around him as he moved inside of her, and now she was looking at him and he wanted to turn himself inside out and hide.
         He kept an indifferent expression on his face and watched her as she turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door.
         The sound woke both girls and when Amy realized where she was, she giggled and grinned at Peter, then turned her head and began to kiss the tip of him and suck on him gently.
         He pushed her away and stood up. “Sorry, baby, I’d love to let you have your way with me, but I guess I have a meeting I have to go to. Shower in the bathroom through those doors and help yourselves to anything in the kitchen.”
         Emmaline had heard the music coming from the drawing room when she got back from her meeting and went to see what was happening because it had never happened while she had lived in the house. The drawing room was neutral territory for them, but she tended to stay away from it. When she opened the door, she wished she had stayed away from it. She had gone in and found a brunette woman sitting nude in a leather chair with a bottle of liquor, and Peter on the sofa with a blonde on top of him riding him like she was going to win a rodeo belt for it. She honestly felt like she was going to be sick.
         She turned and left without a word, but when Peter hadn’t answered her text that morning, she went looking for him and found him with his women at the end of their party. She was livid and hurt, but more than that, she was angry, and he was going to hear everything she had to say.
         He walked into his office in a silk robe that was tied at the waist and set a cup of coffee down for her, keeping his own in his hand. “I’m sure you weren’t thrilled to walk in on that. I’m sorry you saw it,” he said, partly sorry and partly not. There was the smallest fraction of him that felt justified, however, as though letting her see what she was missing out on might show her what she could have had if she had only wanted him like he wanted her. The majority of him was ashamed at what she had seen. He didn’t like that she had seen him that way.
         “How dare you!” she seethed at him as he looked at her in utter shock. He had never before had to answer to any woman for being with any other women, because he never kept girlfriends or let himself get into a relationship. This was the first time it had happened. “Just…how dare you?”
         “How dare I sleep with other women? I’d like to remind you that this marriage is a business arrangement,” he said, coolly.
         She felt her fury compounding. “No. How dare you throw caution to the wind and gamble everything we’ve worked for to blow your reputation by screwing a couple of women in our own home! How dare you disrespect everything that I have sacrificed to help you! I have given up living at my home, I gave up my job, I gave up my freedom, I gave up my whole life! Everything! I gave up everything to marry you so that I could help you fix your sullied reputation and enable you to do the work you want to do in this community and what thanks do I get? Right after our highly publicized honeymoon, I get you throwing it all away and sleeping with two women right in our home! How do you think that makes me look?” She raged at him, and he felt