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.

it actually means, she

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

I firmly nod. “In case you two get together, you better tell me so we don’t fuck things up.”

reaches for her handbag as she rises to her

‘Cool.”

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

can’t seem to give it a rest everytime I see her.

drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting

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

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again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght

help but wonder why she suddenly left yesterday when she came all the way e

essa

we have lunch together and it’s

chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your dyguards are so

restaurant at my four bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I

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

they re right there, keeping an eye

right where

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

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

because of me?”

it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her, but

brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re used