Dominic

Vanessa just keeps staring at me and parts her lips to speak, but it seems she can't find her words.

"Hey, tell me what happened." My voice is urgent.

Shutting her eyes, she says, "I was in the ladies' room and Carmella passed by the bodyguards only because she was in disguise and I was the only one who could identify her."

Disappointed in the bodyguards, I say, "Then what's the point of having bodyguards if-"

"I'm not finished," she cuts me off, her tone a little harsh. "There was a moment where I thought she was going to attack me with an object or whatever because she lowered her hand and in the pocket of her coat, but she chose not to do so. She said it was because she had something else that would hurt even more."

"And what was that?" I cross my arms.

Opening her eyes, she says, "She had something to say."

I shake my head dismissively and raise my eyebrows. "What could she possibly have said that would hurt you?"

As I get closer to her, she takes a few steps back. She clearly doesn't want me near her.

With a painful smile, she says, "She told me that even before we got married, you planned to divorce me in a few months."

My heart instantly starts racing as I uncross my arms, my eyes going round a little in panic. Shit!

"Is it true?" she asks.

"Whatever Carmella-"

my question,"

to meet her

little. "You planned to divorce me so you could marry her." With a regretful sigh

were your plans before. When I was getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that you had

with a chuckle that

she says. "I still know what I'm

know she's lying to me. She's clearly hurt

myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike

"Vanessa-"

ready by now because I take longer than you do." She walks away in a hurry to the

again but stop myself when she covers her mouth and lowers her head, like she's trying to

clench my jaw in frustration, hating that she

a few times, giving it a few minutes before I

I can't stop thinking about what happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have gotten the chance to get close to Vanessa but on the

Irritated, I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the expression in Vanessa's eyes and the tone of

with a few deep breaths, I

doing it right can get rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that would just be what

I can't seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one of the most difficult things I've ever done. It must be because I'm filled with so

lines of what I could say when I get to her door, but nothing comes out right and I ruffle

guilt, so I finally get to

almost ready. I know how long you always take. I don't want to be

waiting," she says, her tone

my lips, taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall on the other side. She's mad at me and doesn't even have to say it. I make myself believe that with time, things

later, I hear her coming closer to the door and that makes me fix my posture as I step

usual, she looks sexy. She's in a short purple dress with a thigh slit, some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy nude lipstick. She doesn't even look at me as she closes the

the tension between us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks

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