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.

actually means, she looks away

that she’s not in love

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

changed.” She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction. “I’m leaving

‘Cool.”

to keep my eyes only on the

stop doing this, but I can’t seem to give it a

door, I drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting this way just because of my breakup with

still don’t want 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

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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 come when

suddenly left yesterday when she came

essa

with my father. Patrick suggests we

a chair for me and says, “Even through

how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted

him.

of difficult considering they re right there, keeping

that I’m right where they can see

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

me. I don’t always do this, but I

me?” He points at

all. It’s just something else. I chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m

brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re used to dining in