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.

takes a turn, she ends up falling in my direction and resting her head right on my

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

to stop looking but even after I do, it’s all on my mind.

whiskey now starts strongl

in, but I won’t give in until she’s in

stagger a bit more, but i tell myself to

own. I even take the purse

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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 drunken state. I wish I could make her stop. That way, I won’t be reminded about her sensual moans

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

hold onto her purse, she moans sensually and that reminds me just how sensitive she is around that zone. I try so hard not to move my arm until I finally

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

the edge of the bed,

whines, holding onto my arms with her eyes still shut.

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

why should I thank you? I didn’t ask you to do anything

to bring you home.” I place her

like it’s extremely hilarious, but I just stare at her as I find no amusement in her words. I just want to

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

arms and take a step back,

my own business as she poured herself more and more wine. Now I have to take care of her. Just tonight, I’ll make an exception since I’m already

eyes travel up her exposed thigh and I hate to admit it, but there’s a

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

to com

fine, but I know there’s something I need to keep ready. I call for the butler and he

floor that’s right near the edge of the bed, certain of what is to come. It might not

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

so cold, but it’s best to cover her up, so I get closer to the bed but before I can do anything, she speaks to

need…” She trails off.

press hard against the

“I need…a shower”

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