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.

make out what it actually means, she looks

fact that she’s not in love with him makes me relax my

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

for her handbag as she rises to

‘Cool.”

I try to keep my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but I

stop doing this, but I can’t seem

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

some time for me to get

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doesn’t get what she wants, will she do something like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day would

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

essa

suggests we have lunch together and it’s his

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

standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even

him. Just pretend they’re not here.”

considering they re right there, keeping

important that I’m right where they can

all times and

my decision to just have them with me. I don’t always do this, but I just thought hey’d accompany me today.”

it because of me?” He points at

just something else. 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 in her

a nervous smile, Patrick says, “Im sorry I brought you to a