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.

in my direction and resting her head right on my shoulder. It doesn’t

efforts in vain, I give up and just let her be. She rests her head on my shoulder and I look down at her face, only

takes me a few seconds to stop looking but even after

whiskey now starts strongl

I won’t give in until she’s

and I stagger a bit more, but i tell myself to keep going

to help, but no, I’ll do this on my own. I even take the

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face forward, but that’s not enough to keep me focused. She breathes onto my neck and moans softly in her drunken state. I wish I could make her stop. That way, I won’t be reminded about her sensual moans from that night.

I put her down and her heels don’t even touch the floor the way they should, they wobble. If

reminds me just how sensitive she

I scoop her up and head inside, keeping my eyes only on the bed and not down

soon as I get to the edge of the bed,

holding onto my arms with

my face so close to hers that I feel her warm breath with

should I thank you? I didn’t ask

bring you home.” I place her purse

just stare at her as I find no

my focus slipping right now and might pass out. I don’t even remember how

I remove her hands from my arms and take a step back,

listening to me. I remember how she told me to mind my own business as she poured herself more and more

up her exposed thigh and I hate to admit it, but there’s a stir in my groin.

and look down so I can take off her heels, then

try to

to keep ready. I call for the butler and he brings a bucket, then leaves.

of the bed, certain of what is to come. It might not be now, but I’ve done my

on her side only accentuates her hips and ass. Shit, I ruffle my hair, telling myself that

I get closer to the bed but before I can do anything,

She trails

to her lips. I press hard against the mattress

“I need…a shower”

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