The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Dominic

After Vanessa’s question, I instantly feel stupid for asking such a thing, so I look to the side and clear my throat. “If you don’t want to tell me, just go.”

She sighs, coming back to me and sitting down on the couch across from me. She places her handbag on the other seat, leans back, then crosses her legs as she touches the sides of her neck for a few seconds with her eyes shut. I don’t know why she’s doing it, but it reminds me of yesterday and everything that happened while we stood in front of that mirror, including her ass coming in contact with my crotch.

It’s only when she begins to speak that I snap out of it

“I’m going to meet Patrick. He was my boyfriend in high school I only recently reconnected with him.”

“Are you two a thing again?” I hold my breath and I don’t even know why.

“Why would you ask me that?” She raises her eyebrows.

I clear my throat. “Just answer the question.”

She sighs. “No, we’re not

She then tells me all about him and how she plans to help him through my father–in–law,

“I see. Are you still in love with him?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She narrows her eyes as she glances at me, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward.

“Don’t look so surprised that I’m asking you such questions. I need to know That way, we’re on the same page with how to hide this from everyone around us.” Even as I say this to her, I don’t believe it myself.

“No, I’m not in love with him. My feelings have….changed.” Just for a second, she looks at me and I spot the same intense look from yesterday.

out what it actually means, she looks away and

not in love with him makes me

together, you better tell me so we don’t fuck things up.”

I said, my feelings have changed.” She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the

‘Cool.”

her way to the door again, I try to keep my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but

can’t seem

she closes the door, I drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering

to her. What’s there to say? It’s over between us. It’ll take some time for me

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she won’t get too

not to think about it, I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly left yesterday when she came all the way e so she could

essa

my father. Patrick suggests we have lunch together and

out a chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your

bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many

them, I assure him. Just pretend they’re not

of difficult considering they re right there,

important that I’m right where they can see me.”

times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs Richards,

me. I don’t always do this, but I just thought hey’d accompany me

it because of me?” He points at

chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of

sorry I brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re