The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 45

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Just to see Carmella’s reaction, I try something again,

“I’ll text you after I’m home with Vanessa.” I say to her, firmly gripping the top part of the car door to keep myself steady.

“Okay.” Once again, she doesn’t look up from her phone and it upsets me a little.

Not letting it slide this time, I step away from the car and stagger toward her, swaying a little.

“If you don’t stop looking at that phone, I’ll fucking break it.” My tone is laced with irritation. “What’s got you so glued to your phone that you’re not even paying attention?”

She finally looks in my direction with a bitter chuckle, but takes a few steps back.

“Am I supposed to watch you take care of your fucking wife?”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about is there something I don’t know?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

Her ea

and tone soften a little as she shoves her phone in her handbag

Stopping just a few feet away from her, I cross my arms and say, “It feels like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“W–what? You think I’m hiding things from you?”

“That’s what it looks like to me. What’s got you looking so troubled?”

“Babe, everything’s fine.” She clears her throat and instantly faces the other direction without further explaining herself. “I’m going back. inside to have a good time.”

“No, we’re not done here.”

“I love you,” she whispers as she bites her lip, then heads back inside.

I still need an explanation regarding this sudden change in hér attitude. Though she’s acting strange, this works in my favor at the moment.

the seat. Each time the car takes a turn, she ends up falling in my direction and resting her head right on my

efforts in vain, I give up and just let her be. She rests her head on my shoulder and I

a few seconds to stop looking but even after I do,

whiskey now starts strongl

in, but I won’t give in until she’s in her bedroom.

we get home, I carry her bridal style into the house and I stagger a bit

own. I

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down at her exposed thigh, so I face forward, but that’s not enough to keep me focused. She breathes onto my neck and moans softly in her

get to her bedroom. I struggle to open the door since she’s in my arms. so I put her down and her heels don’t even touch the floor the way they should, they wobble. If not

reminds me just how sensitive

from the door to the bed isn’t that short, so I scoop her up and head inside, keeping my eyes only on the bed and not

get to the edge of the bed, I drop her

my arms with her eyes

thank me,” I say to her, my face so close

why should I thank you? I didn’t

you home.” I place her purse beside

stare at her as I

get on my own bed so I can just sleep. I feel my focus slipping right now and might

step back, she’s unable to sit

listening to me. I remember how she told me to mind my own business as she poured herself more and more wine. Now I have to take care of her. Just

travel up her exposed thigh and

can take off her heels, then hold onto her lower legs and bring her

to com

fine, but I know there’s something I need to keep

near the edge of the bed, certain of what is to come. It

eyes travel up her body and the way she’s sleeping on her side only accentuates her hips and ass. Shit, I ruffle my hair, telling myself that she’s just my wife on paper and

so I get closer

She

bringing my ear closer to her lips. I press hard

“I need…a shower”

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