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 away and clears

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

you better tell me

handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction. “I’m leaving

‘Cool.”

again, I try to keep my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but I once again find myself looking back at her.

I can’t seem to

she closes the door, I drop my phone and ruffle my hair,

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

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like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day would come when I’d have

suddenly left yesterday when she came all the way e so she could speak to me.

essa

Patrick suggests we have lunch together

a chair for me and says,

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

I assure him. Just pretend

re right there, keeping an eye

right where

all times and considering

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

because of me?” He

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

to a simple restaurant when you’re