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,

she’s not in love with

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

her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the

‘Cool.”

she makes her way to the door again, I try to keep my eyes only on the

stop doing this, but I can’t seem to give it a rest everytime I see her.

my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering

here 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 just how manipulative and heartless she can be.

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she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day

though I try 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

up with my father. Patrick suggests we have lunch together and it’s his

we get to the restaurant of his choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your dyguards are

thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted

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

difficult considering they re right there, keeping

I’m right where they can see

times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs

decision to just have them with me. I don’t always do this,

of me?” He

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

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