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

she’s not in love with

you better tell me so

handbag as she rises

‘Cool.”

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

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

hair, wondering if I’m acting this way just

I 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,

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wants, will she do something like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght

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

essa

suggests we have

out a chair for

about how they’d be even more d I

them, I assure him. Just pretend

they re right there, keeping an eye

right where

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

them with me. I don’t always do this, but I just thought

me?” He points at himself.

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

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