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 means, she looks away and

admit it, but the fact that she’s not

get together, you better tell me

as

‘Cool.”

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

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

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

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.

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does, she won’t get too close.

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

essa

my father. Patrick suggests we

the restaurant of his choice, he pulls out a chair for

bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be

assure him. Just pretend

difficult considering they re right there, keeping

important that I’m right where they can see me.”

be protected at all times

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

me?” He points at himself.

something else. I chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella.

you to a simple restaurant when you’re used