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.

can make out what it actually means, she looks away and

admit it, but the fact that she’s not

two get together, you better

changed.” She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the

‘Cool.”

she makes her way to the door again, I try to keep my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but I once again find myself looking back

I can’t seem to give it a

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

there to say? It’s over between us. It’ll take some time for me to get used to it, but

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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 I’d have to tighten security because

not to think about it, I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly left

essa

suggests we have

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

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

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

re right there, keeping an eye

I’m right where

have to be protected at all times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs Richards, I’m

I chuckle dismissively. “It’s my decision to just have them with me. I don’t always

it because of me?” He points

something else. I chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid

I brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re used