He wasn't normal in bed. Not like a monster or something. The problem was he has nothing to do with sex... At all! Yes... Lets just say his dick was dead and there was no hope to wake up from his grave ever again. Just a hopeless case and no medicine could heal it. Excerpt*** I stepped closer from him, waiting for him to make a move and touch me…. But he just smirked and pushed me away slightly…. I crossed my arms to my chest asking him in curiosity ”then why did you marry me? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is that why you insisted on not touching me before the wedding? But why?” He shrugged his shoulders and said coldly with a dark smile on his face ”Well lets just say, you are not here for me,” I blinked, confused and freaked out. ”What? What do you mean?” And suddenly he pointed with his finger to the door ”you are here for him!” He was married and there was no way to give his wife a divorce. Why? She was so fucking rich and she pulled him from the mud and made him powerful by her money. So a snap of her fingers and that millionaire will be a beggar. He liked that girl, loved her, and wanted her. There was only one way to have her. By making his best friend marry her ( just on paper!)