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.

actually means,

to admit it, but the fact that she’s not in love with him makes me relax my tense

get together, you better tell me

as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction. “I’m leaving now.”

‘Cool.”

door again, I try to keep my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but I once again find myself

this, but I can’t seem to give it a rest everytime

I drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if

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

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if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day would come when I’d have to

try not to think about it, I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly left yesterday

essa

meeting up with my father. Patrick suggests we have lunch together and

choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your dyguards

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

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

re right there, keeping an

right where they can see

to be protected at all times and considering the fact that

chuckle dismissively. “It’s my decision to just have them with me. I don’t always do this, but I just thought hey’d

me?”

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

to a simple restaurant when you’re used to