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.

what it actually means,

fact that she’s not in

get together, you better tell me so we

her handbag as she rises to

‘Cool.”

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

to stop doing this, but I can’t seem to give it a

drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting this way just because of my breakup

yesterday, I still don’t want to talk to her. What’s there to say? It’s over between us. It’ll take some time for me to get used to it, but I’m not changing my mind. I’ve experienced

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if she does, she won’t get

it, I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly left yesterday

essa

my father. Patrick suggests we

the restaurant of his choice, he pulls out a chair for me and

standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted with me.

him. Just

kind of difficult considering they re right there,

where they can see me.”

to be protected at all times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs Richards, I’m

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

because of me?” He points at himself.

but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her, but I just don’t know what’s going

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