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.

what it actually

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

nod. “In case you two get together, you

as she rises to her

‘Cool.”

to keep my eyes only on the article I’m

doing this, but I can’t seem to give

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

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 not changing my mind. I’ve experienced just how manipulative and heartless she can

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like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too

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

essa

Patrick suggests we have lunch together and it’s his

his choice, he pulls out a chair

of the restaurant at my four bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted

worry about them, I assure him.

of difficult considering they re right there, keeping

I’m right where they can

be protected at all times and considering the fact

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

it because of me?” He points at himself.

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 don’t know what’s going on in her crazy

“Im sorry I brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re