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.

I can make out what it actually means, she

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

firmly nod. “In case you two get together, you

She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet,

‘Cool.”

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

this, but I can’t seem to give it

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

how she showed up 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

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wants, will she do something like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I

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

essa

with my father. Patrick suggests we have lunch

choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your dyguards are so intimidating.”

how they’d be even more d

I assure him. Just pretend they’re

kind of difficult considering they re right there, keeping an eye

right where

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

them with me. I

of me?”

at all. It’s just something else. I 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 dining in only the