All Chapters of Finding Mr. Perfect: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Freya was feeling hot—hot all over.Aside from that, there were these strange tingling sensations all over her body. Her skin formed bumps, and the butterflies in her stomach were doing cartwheels.Kenneth was already shirtless. As he devoured her mouth, his hand freely groped her body.And he… wasn’t holding back.He had already grabbed both of her breasts, her waist, her bare ass, and ran his hand through the length of her thighs.Freya had never felt anything so divine.God, she finally believed her inner thoughts! If only they were more persistent, she would have already experienced this kind of euphoria a week ago!Inner Devil: 'Haller? You keep blocking us!'Freya’s lips were already numb when Kenneth pulled away. He studied her, his eyes full of adoration, and so much more.He caressed her cheek and said, “Tell me you are mine.”Freya ran her fingers through his hair and responded, “You are my husband, and I’m your wife. I’m yours.”She still felt self-conscious about claiming

“Hey, Mom and Dad just landed. I heard you were sick,” Charlie called early in the morning.It had been four days since Freya caught the cold. The fever only lasted two days, and the rest were mostly spent feeling drowsy from the flu. Now, she was feeling much better. She had missed several potential business meetings during that time, but her parents took care of them on her behalf. After all, she was technically on leave.While staying in the penthouse, though, she had finalized the design for Mr. Dominique Fontaine's wife. Adrian and Riley had left Paris last night. They declared their visit was fruitful. Although, Freya thought it was not for business reasons.As for Kenneth? He got the virus too. However, he only had a little bit of sore throat, which he cured with a lot of ginger tea—and that was it for him!It was funny because he used to be sickly when he was a kid, but now he was healthy as a horse.“I’m okay now. I’ve got a husband who’s half doctor, half military nurse, an

Inner Devil: ‘This is it! The promised land!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Finally, Freya! After a hundred years!’Freya felt a rush of emotions she couldn’t quite explain—from the way Kenneth touched her to the way he kissed her, like he’d been holding back for years. And clearly, he had.When he grabbed her breasts with both his hands, her back resting on his chest, all while being kissed, it certainly gave her goosebumps.But it was when he fondled her clit that made her experience heaven like no other.When Freya came under his fingers, she swore she saw stars!Who would have thought she could experience this kind of magic with someone she thought was… only a friend.It could not be helped. They were at the point of no return—not that she was complaining. Freya had fully decided to give herself to Kenneth.So when he pinned her against the wall, their bodies pressed together, she automatically wrapped her arms around him, her leg slightly lifted on its own in anticipation.Inner Devil: 'I b

Freya was eating a banana pancake for her dessert, but as she ate, she felt the aching need in her core. How could she not?She was only wearing Kenneth’s shirt and nothing down there. The man insisted on it!Kenneth didn’t have dessert… for a reason Freya knew.He lounged beside her, shirtless, like some sultry magazine centerfold who’d just rolled out of a dream. And the way he looked at her? It was intense, like his eyes had X-ray vision, and he could see her naked. If she moved an inch, she was certain he’d pounce on her.A few times, he straight-up grabbed his erection and moved it aside, like it was misbehaving beneath his sweatpants. There was nothing subtle about it. His dick never shrank!It was shameless but hot at the same time. Inner Devil: ‘That’s not a readjustment. That’s a threat!’Kenneth hissed, fingers tapping the table impatiently. “Really?” Freya reacted. “You’re not even going to wait until I digest my food?”He frowned, crossing his arms against his chest. “

“Freya, I’m testing a new rooftop venue for events. I could use your opinion,” Kenneth said in his usual calm, no-nonsense tone.It was eight in the evening. Freya had a good five hours of sleep. She thought they would be sleeping in, but the man was already dressed.Kenneth was clad casually, but unmistakably polished. A fitted knit shirt hugged his frame just right, and the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. His hair was freshly styled and he smelled nice. “But I’m tired. I can’t walk,” Freya grumbled.“I’ll carry you,” Kenneth offered.With no reason to refuse, Freya bathed and changed with a little limping here and there. Her body was sore, and her legs were shaky.Freya had dressed up, mostly because Kenneth looked annoyingly good, and it only felt fair to match the effort. True to his word, he scooped her up, princess-style, and carried her out of the penthouse and into the elevator.He didn’t complain. He didn’t flinch.He carried her like she was something precious. His a