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 looks away and clears throat.

not in love

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

I said, my feelings have changed.” She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction.

‘Cool.”

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

but I can’t seem to give it

drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if

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

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if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day would come when I’d have to

suddenly left yesterday when she came all the

essa

with my father. Patrick suggests we

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

standing outside, thinking about how

them, I assure him. Just pretend

considering they re right there, keeping an

that I’m right where they can

you have to be protected at all times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs Richards, I’m not

me. I don’t always do

of me?”

all. It’s just something else. I chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her, but

smile, Patrick says, “Im sorry I brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re used to