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.

can make out what it actually means, she looks away and clears throat.

to admit it, but the fact that she’s not in love with

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

handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction.

‘Cool.”

only on the article I’m reading, but I once again

told myself to stop doing this, but I can’t seem to give it a rest everytime

she closes the door, I drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting this

to talk 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 close. I never aght

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

essa

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

as we get to the restaurant of his choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says,

at my four bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted with

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

of difficult considering they re right there, keeping an eye

important that I’m right where they can

times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs Richards, I’m not urprised”

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

me?”

Carmella. I’m not afraid of her,

you to a simple restaurant when you’re